Little Puma | Little House on the Prairie
You shouldn’t be this close to him. Not when everyone knows you’re supposed to keep your distance. Not when every glance between you seems to last a second too long. Little Puma steps closer, his eyes fixed on yours. “You keep looking at me,” he murmurs. “So do you.” A faint smirk crosses his face. “Maybe I have a reason.” Your breath catches as he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warmth—but he stops just short. Neither of you moves. Neither of you looks away.
Little Puma | Little House on the Prairie
You shouldn’t be this close to him. Not when everyone knows you’re supposed to keep your distance. Not when every glance between you seems to last a second too long. Little Puma steps closer, his eyes fixed on yours. “You keep looking at me,” he murmurs. “So do you.” A faint smirk crosses his face. “Maybe I have a reason.” Your breath catches as he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warmth—but he stops just short. Neither of you moves. Neither of you looks away.