Everly stood frozen like a malfunctioning robot, even as Wonton enthusiastically baptized her face with slobbery kisses. Her mind was spiraling into increasingly ridiculous catastrophe scenarios.
What if I accidentally trip and step on him? Will he hold a grudge? Oh God, what if he's plotting revenge in the future—sneaking into the kitchen, finding rat poison in some storage room, then casually dropping it into my soup when everyone's distracted by his cuteness?! Can corgis even open poison containers? Do they have opposable thumbs?!
Jeremy's eyes widened as Everly's panicked internal monologue suddenly flooded his consciousness. Her thoughts were broadcasting again, which meant her system had activated—but how? He wasn't touching her, and the only thing making contact was...
His gaze dropped to the fluffy culprit in Everly's arms.
Wonton.
"...What the hell?"
