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I look down.

Four little puncture marks mar the fabric where his teeth caught it.

“You put holes in my skirt.”

His ears lower.

Is he? Oh, Goddess.

He looks guilty.

My heart melts.

“Hey. I'm not mad.”

I reach for him.

“You just saved me from taking a swim in a gross pond. I can buy another skirt.”

His ears perk up.

“There you go.”

I run my hand over his enormous head. That same strange warmth rushes through me.

Not quite as powerful as last time.

But it's there.

Magic.

A soft hum beneath my skin. I should probably be concerned about that.

Instead, I'm smiling like an idiot while scratching behind his ears.

“This is weird, you know.”

He leans into my hand.

“Very weird.”

His nose twitches.

Then moves toward my pocket.

I stop.

“No way.”

Sniff.

“Seriously?”

His nose bumps my hip.

I laugh.

“Guess I’m not the only one with a sweet tooth, huh? Want some chocolate?”