Dawnlark Plains You can hold my hand if no ones home

The physician flinched and closed is eyes in assumption that the male had been moving closer, but the thumping of pawprints against the ground came to a mysterious halt. Did his display of submission work afterall?

He was hesitant to look at first, but curiosity got the better of Mateo and caused the painted man's dark eyes to peer from those pale lashes. Large paws and equally dark nails were the first to come into place, and eyes trailed along the male's legs to see their face again. There voice was calm and soothing, but this eye contact still hit his nerves.

"I...I'm fine, sorry..."