Pet.It used to not mean much to her, not really. Just a word to describe some silly, fluffy thing or an affectionate pat. It wasn’t a big deal to her. She was no one’s play thing.
That was, until, he came along. He and his snarky attitude, or his idiotic and perverted words. God, she hated him so much. She wanted nothing more than to one up him, prove to that shit seadweller that she wasn’t a child.And she did do that, at least …She tried. They had their fights, their hatedates, everything they needed for a great hatemance. Even the way he kissed made her angry. But somewhere along the way, the ferocity in her heart became smothered, cooled down by those icy lips, and soothed by his comforting words.And as she realized these overwhelming feelings, that he had tamed her and entangled her, she sat there in his lap with a hand running down her spine. He pet her softly, humming a tune…Something sweet. Something to make her sleep.And she did, even though her heart was aching.