[By now, Jill's come to know a few things about Will. He was kind of awkward and uneasy around even her, at times. She figured talking about his dog would put him at ease. Sure enough, he talks quite a bit about Winston and how they met.]
That's terrible. Poor Winston.
[As if he knew Jill felt sympathy for him, Winston went from Will to her next to soak it up. The dog put his head on her lap and she gladly rubbed his ears. Lucky dog.
Though the phrasing might not have been perfect, Jill understood what he meant. Who else would Will shoo off of her bed?]
Is Winston the only one I have to worry about?
[When she said that, she tilted her head to look at him. Yes, the look was definitely coy this time. Flirtatious. And she wondered how he'd react to a statement like that, though she figured he might turn shy again.]
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That's terrible. Poor Winston.
[As if he knew Jill felt sympathy for him, Winston went from Will to her next to soak it up. The dog put his head on her lap and she gladly rubbed his ears. Lucky dog.
Though the phrasing might not have been perfect, Jill understood what he meant. Who else would Will shoo off of her bed?]
Is Winston the only one I have to worry about?
[When she said that, she tilted her head to look at him. Yes, the look was definitely coy this time. Flirtatious. And she wondered how he'd react to a statement like that, though she figured he might turn shy again.]