The little dog took a few steps closer, glancing from her hand to her face and back, before it dared to inch close enough to sniff her hand. Will was glad the little dog was making such strides. Since his owner vanished he was afraid that Toby would find it hard to trust anyone.
"A.. Um, I'm a single Dad, but she's also eighteen, so it's not so bad." No, he was almost sure that Abigail took as much care of him as he did her. He took note of the flush that began to work it's way over what he could see of her very lovely breasts, how her pupils dilated, though hard for most to tell because her eyes were dark, Will was observant. And it was clear he wasn't the only one getting close to panting like the dogs. "Kind of, they have their own little hideaways." It had taken more than a beat for him to actually remember what they were talking about.