She poked him in the side. “Did I not just ask you to hold me? I’m right here.” She put her chin on his head, digging down into the curls just a little. “How did I scare you?”
“I meant all the time – I never want to let you go,” he murmured, before squeaking and wriggling away as her fingers poked his ribs. Snuggling closer to her and letting his fingers dance across her spine, “Because I thought…I thought you were really hurt.”
Summer giggled. “Do you need to check me all over? Sniff for hidden wounds? No fangs, please.”