You hold onto each other for as long as it takes Dash to find her composure. She finally unburies herself from your chest—leaving two small wet spots on your shirt. You cup her hot, furry cheeks and plant a kiss on the crown of her head. “I better not hear any more of this ‘how sappy's too sappy’ nonsense Ms. Dash.” She wipes her nose and nods with a broken smirk, “Now, I think it’s high time we finish that book we started a few weeks ago.”