“Don’t you make that face at me, boyo.”
“Boyo?” He asked before he jokingly waved his hand at her.
She pounced on him, tickling again.
“Bloody hell Summer!” He cried indignantly.
“Yes, Victor darling?” There was her purr again.
“Don’t you make that face at me, boyo.”
“Boyo?” He asked before he jokingly waved his hand at her.
She pounced on him, tickling again.
“Bloody hell Summer!” He cried indignantly.
“Yes, Victor darling?” There was her purr again.