De-Training
Scrambling out of my little hole in the leg of his bed, I ran up to Travis' foot and squeaked.
"I have to say," he started, bending down to pick me up. He opened his hand, and I sat down in his palm. "Being pocket sized has its advantages," he continued, a slight smirk on his face as he gently rubbed my head.
I rolled my eyes, pushing his finger away as I frantically started to groom my hair that was now standing on its end.
"Stay there," he continued, gently putting me down on his bed as he pulled on a shirt. Was I really that upset about the surprise inspection that I didn't notice the fact that he was only wearing pants?
Like the good girl I never knew I was, I sat right where he put me, watching the show in front of me as he pulled on a button-up shirt and started to do up the buttons, one at a time.
Was I supposed to be cranky about something? Say something?