Arianne bristled. “If you’re gonna behave like a dang animal again tonight, you... you’re officially a horndog!”
Mark was about to leave the bathroom when he stopped, turned around, and shot her a smug smirk. “Woof.”
That jerk! Why was it that even when he was imitating a dog, that woof leaving his lips just... hit differently? The way he said it with his irritatingly mesmerizing, dulcet voice, coupled with that perfect face, it was just...!
After finishing her preparation for work, Arianne descended the stairs and immediately caught a fleeting but familiar silhouette in her line of vision. Her expression instinctively darkened.
It was Shelly-Ann Leigh.
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