He could observe his little human from where she had parked him earlier, and it was pure torture. To see her in those scantily scraps of clothing. Wet in those scantily scraps of clothing. Wet in scraps and surrounded by hormonal boys.
It took everything in him to stay where he was. To not go over there and take his female away from the boys hoarding around her.
But he was also enjoying the view. Seeing her laughing, smiling and enjoying herself. How he wanted to join her.
He was sure, he soon could too. At least he hoped so.
AN: I didn't forget to update. I'm just not as free to update as earlier I used to. I'm now a student for graphic design and that's now priority number 1. I will update Mondays and Thursdays as usually, and if not Thursdays, then Fridays. They'll just be posted whenever I get the chance when I get home.