My Favorite Souveni- Penelope Ward , Vi Keeland Page 0,78
down tonight. My sexual attraction to Hazel was off the charts, totally out of control. Not sure how I’d thought it was a good idea to come here when I apparently couldn’t control my dick, and couldn’t trust myself. And she couldn’t be trusted either—that finger licking damn near killed me.
Locking the door behind me, I walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on my face.
Then something came out of nowhere, landing right on the top of the sink.
What the fuck?
I jumped back.
Scared. The. Living. Shit. Out of me.
With long, floppy ears, the little creature looked up at me. The next thing I knew, its two beady eyes were scrutinizing me…judging me for the bulge in my pants.
Abbott the Rabbit.
This is not the opportune time to meet you.
“Holy shit. You scared the crap out of me, little one.”
I took a few deep breaths and proceeded to wash my hands, all the while noticing her watching me.
Yeah. I was glad I hadn’t decided on a quickie jerk-off session or I’d have had an audience.
“Let’s just forget what was going on in here, okay?”
Out of nowhere, she made a noise like a growl. I didn’t even know rabbits growled like that.
Reaching out, I carefully lifted her into my arms. She made the same noise again but seemed to be tolerating the contact.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Hazel caught sight of me holding her.
“Oh my heart.” She rushed toward us. “You found Abbott! I’d been looking everywhere for her.”
“Yeah, everywhere but the bathroom. Little bugger scared the snot out of me—hopped up from inside the bathtub to the top of the sink.”
“She has a habit of doing stuff like that. I find her in the weirdest places.”
The rabbit purred, seeming to have acclimated to being in my arms.
“She likes you.” Hazel smiled. “Her mom likes you, too.” Her cheeks turned red as she looked up at me.
Oh, Hazel. All the things I would do to you tonight if I could. I wanted to devour her mouth so badly right now. My eyes lowered to her neck, and I wished I could bite it.
Maybe it was a good idea if we got the hell out of here for a bit.
“Didn’t you say you needed to take her out for a walk?”
“Yeah. It’s that time of evening. Let me get my leash.”
I laughed to myself as she walked away. This was going to be interesting.
After she returned, I bent down, setting the rabbit free and watching as Hazel adjusted the leash around her. We grabbed our coats and headed out for a brisk walk around Hazel’s neighborhood.
It was dark aside from the light coming from people’s houses. Abbott scurried a few inches in front of us.
“So, no one ever questions why you’re walking a rabbit?”
“Oh, I get looks, believe me. I just don’t care.”
“I love that you don’t care. Fuck people if they have a problem with it.”
Hazel slowed her pace and arched her neck to look inside one of the houses.
“What’s so interesting over there?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing. One of my favorite things to do is walk at night and look inside people’s homes,” she said. “When it’s dark and people have their lights on, you can really see inside. There’s something so interesting about catching people in the midst of their daily lives without them knowing, whether it’s a man reading a book in the corner of his living room, or a family sitting down to dinner. It’s real, unfiltered life, you know?”
“I believe there’s a name for that.”
“Yeah?”
I knocked my shoulder playfully into hers. “It’s called voyeurism.”
“Very funny.” She laughed.
“So, this…spying inside people’s houses while walking Abbott on a leash is basically your nightly routine?”
“Yeah. Abbott likes fresh air, and I find it calming for me, too. Well, except for that one time a dog tried to attack her. Have you ever heard a rabbit scream?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“They don’t do it often, but it sounded like a screaming child. It was a shock to hear that noise come from her. They say rabbits scream when they’re feeling truly threatened.”
I could relate to that. As soon as she said those words—feeling threatened—they reminded me how I felt about losing Hazel to Brady. Maybe I’d feel better if I screamed out into the night like a scared rabbit to let out my frustrations.
I breathed in some of the cold night air. This walk was good for us. The less time alone in her house together, the better.