Bearclaw Valley atonement so clean, replenishing me

Indra admitted to not liking any boys, which in Laurel's book was probably a good thing. "Me neither," she said quickly, almost as if it'd be a dumb thing to like boys at all. "Boys are selfish pricks most of the time, anyway. I got all I need," Laurel nipped at Indra's shoulder with a smile, "Right here." Laurel was happy just living alongside her sister and she didn't think that she'd ever fall for a boy. If anything, she would only manipulate them and laugh in their faces when she broke their hearts. That was enough boy-contact for Laurel.

As they passed a brush Laurel rubbed her side against it, leaving pieces of fur all over it, along with her scent, in silent invitation.