“But it’s Sunday,” Emmett grunted, trying to stop Jian from poking at him whilst simultaneously rolling over with the duvet. The little tiger grunted as he was nearly squashed by the weight of his lover.
“Xue! Air!”
Emmett growled, rolled away again, and opened his eyes. Pitanê gazed happily back, face not six inches from his own, and his tail wagging furiously.
“I thought you shut Pita in his crate?”
“I did,” Jian mumbled, opening one fire-coloured eye, “ah shit.” The dog licked him happily