"Cease your infernal yapping!"
Jane narrowed her murky eyes and sneered, “No more talking, love?” She bit her glove, “Is that how you feel?”Â
“Then by all means,” she said pulling her glove off with her teeth. “We won’t say another word. She took a step towards him, her smile stretching from one ear to the next as she said quietly, “But you are free to whimper a little.”
“Wait, what?”
This was starting to take a strange direction, as did most of their encounters. He took a step back, his expression uneasy as he surveyed her own look.
“What are YOU doing? Why would I be whimpering to a whelp like you!”









