Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

Nah, he replied easily, enjoying when they pressed in teasingly close.

He craned his neck to touch his nose to their shoulder, just a brief touch before they sidled out of reach again. Finley still couldn’t pinpoint their sex, though it really didn’t matter. He knew his way around different types of bodies.

What about you? he questioned, creamy tail brushing over the sand. Now that you’ve eaten, Finley added, chuckling magnanimously.