“I came over last night and you were pretty…out of it,” Jules said with a smile.
Belle whimpered at the door.
Felix’s face flushed. “I-I heard you left. What are you…I mean, why…are you here?” His face scrunched adorably.
“Yes, I left, but I came right back. I’ll explain, but Belle needs to go out.” He grabbed the leash and hooked it to her collar. Since he wore only a T-shirt and boxers, he stood with the door half open and let her run out, keeping her close with the leash. She must have thought it too cold, as well, because she came inside in less than two minutes
He took off the leash and strode back to the kitchen, Belle dashing ahead and jumping on Felix’s legs.
Felix stepped back until his ass hit the cabinets, his hands gripping the edge of the counter
“You did?” he asked, reaching down to pet Belle.
“Did what?” Jules asked, confused.
“You came right back?”
Belle barked and went to investigate something outside the large front window.