Mine, mine, mine…

He’s hovering. I can feel his eyes in my back. Following my every move…

Hoping for that one small mistake, that one split second when my attention lapses, allowing him to dig a tunnel, surface in my country mansion, steal my dress, drag it through the tunnel to his side, fill in the tunnel and resume that look of adorable innocence everyone falls for.

Dream on, mate!

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