Where the hell is Tugger? I asked myself, wondering why he was late. He knows we have a date tonight. He couldn't have forgotten, he knows what's coming. At that moment, he walked in the den. Well, strutted really. Tugger never actually walks.
"I know, I know, I'm late. I'm sorry."
"No, no, you're not that late. I'm just very eager."
"And why wouldn't you be?" He said, sliding over towards me.
"So you're saying you're not?" I asked sarcastically.
"Absolutely not." He said, slipping his arms around my waist.
He pressed his lips softly to my neck, sending chills down my back. He slowly worked his way up my jaw until our lips met. We didn't waste any time. He brought himself closer and flipped us over so I was on my back. His breath grew heavier. So did mine. I flashed him a smile, and he started.