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I stare at him. Is he serious?
“It’s not me, you idiot!” I shove him harder this time, and finally his eyes flutter open. Just in time to be greeted by two canine faces hovering inches above him.
He blinks. “Pancake?”
The tan one barks and jumps into the space between us like it’s a trampoline. The other one, pure black with glinting teeth and pale blue eyes, starts barking as well and climbs over Lorenzo’s chest, licking any part of him he can reach.
“Come here, Milkshake.” The black one bounds toward his voice immediately and flops down half on top of Lorenzo’s stomach, still licking. I can’t help it, I let out a laugh.
“Are these... your dogs?” I ask as Pancake turns his full attention to me and starts licking my face with enthusiasm. I pet him, trying not to get drooled on too much, while Milkshake stays right beside Lorenzo, glaring at me like I’ve stolen his spot in the pack.
“Yeah. Pancake and Milkshake.” He grins, running his fingers through Milkshake’s fur like a proud dad. “What are you guys doing here, huh?” he says to them, and they bark in response, like they understand him. They probably do.
I blink. “I didn’t even know you had dogs.”
“You never asked.”
Fair enough.
I scratch behind Pancake’s ear, and he melts into me instantly. Meanwhile, Milkshake watches every movement I make like he’s deciding whether to bite or simply growl.
“Why is Milkshake looking at me like I’m the intruder?”
“Because you are the intruder,” Lorenzo says, still smirking as he sits up and stretches. Even the way his abs shift is hot. “He’s just doing his job.”
I narrow my eyes. “Well, I like Pancake better anyway. At least he’s not judging me.”
Pancake lets out a little whine of approval and plants himself squarely in my lap. He’s heavier than he looks, and now I’m pinned under a drooling, metal-toothed fluff ball.
Speaking of which... “Why do they both have metal teeth?” I ask, eyeing the silver gleam again. “That seems... excessive.”
Lorenzo’s voice is casual. “For the bones.”
I blink. “What kind of bones?”
He stands, grabbing a pair of grey joggers and slipping them on effortlessly. I’m trying not to stare at his V-line, but that’s a battle I’m rapidly losing.
“Human bones.”
I stare at him, mouth hanging open.
“What?”
He gives me a look, somewhere between innocent and entertained.
“I hope you’re joking.”
No answer. Just that maddening smirk.
“Lorenzo! Are your dogs trained to eat people? Is that why you gave them dessert names? That’s not cute, that’s psychotic! Are they going to eat me?”
He walks over, kisses me on the forehead, and leans in with that voice that melts everything inside me.
“Don’t be dramatic, princess. I’m the only one around here who’s allowed to eat you.”
I blink. I’m blushing so hard it’s probably visible from space.
He turns away, pulling a white shirt over his head, muscles shifting under the fabric as he speaks. “Now get dressed. If the dogs are here, it means my uncle is too.”
