"What are you doing?"
"Petting the rabbits," I said, stroking the three rabbit furs on the footstool at the end of the bed.
"That's a great look. I think you should stay like that for a minute."
I complied, happily, lazily petting the furs, looking at each one. My favorite was the white one with the black spots. It was softer than the others and the white was brilliant. I watched him walk over and slide onto the bed next to me, brushing light kisses against my skin. I don't think I've ever felt so happy.
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