Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20190610000615/@comment-36855838-20190614130802

As if her world had come crashing down in amere moments, all words died gargling in her throat, she had difficulty breathing, and so, of course, shortness of breath.

Harold simply put his hand on her back, slowly leaning her forward and rubbing in small circles, whispering soothing words into her ear.

Soon, he progressed to scratching, and she rapidly calmed, becoming putty in his hands.

Slowly he lowered himself to the ground.

"Let's sit, Emily."

Almost instantly, she was in his lap, her arms around his neck.

She wanted to do more, to be a good pup, where the thought came from, she had no idea.

"Emily, darling?"

His brown eyes were met by eyes of flame, a longing look filled them.

"Kiss."

And they did.