[Ashamed]
I woke up from the vigorous sensation of wetness on my face. I giggled at the little furball who was licking my skin, drowning me with his saliva. I pulled him in a hug while he wiggled and licked his way out of my embrace and jumped off the bed.
I sat, stretched, and yawned myself awake. I glanced at the clock.
[4:07 AM]
I looked at the still sleeping man beside me and gently pecked his lips. I was about to get out of bed when his arms circled my waist and pulled me on top of him.
"Cain, I think little Pluffy wants to poop," I said against the warmth of his chest.
Cain groaned as he let me go, and we got out of bed. We put on our coats, and he grabbed a leash and tied it on little Pluffy's collar while the small ball of fur wagged its tail, guiding us out of the unit in hurried trots.
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It was cold outside with only the street lamps lighted our path into the nearby park.
