Little Steps

ALARIC

I got Viviana settled on the bed. She had a warm shower. A long one. She preferred my black shirt over the clothes I arranged for her. Well, I preferred it too. She looked too cute, and fiesty. I fixed her some tampons, but she insisted on using pads arguing that the latter is good than the former.

Girls! You never know to argue. More so when they are on their periods. I wanted to take Viviana home. To the pack house. But she wanted to have some rest. She wasn’t in good health. So, I agreed.

We were in the other house in the southwest of the forest. I built it some years ago. It came in handy today.

Viviana lay there over the bed. She stared at me with her puppy dog eyes. Oh! Those puppy eyes! On one side, they make me want to do dirty things to her. On the other, they make me want to protect her and swish her cheeks. I obliged with the latter.

Viviana glared at me. Such a cute little thing. Wild. Not to forget. She snuggled into me. S