I blush a little, frustrated, as I see you swinging my keys with your fingers, giggling with amused competition, the little lion keychain clinks slightly as I stand up, ready to take back what’s mine. When I launch myself forward towards you, you lean back, laughing happy, while you dodge me with ease, and I press myself against you trying to get back my keys… at least until I realise that I have landed on your lap, blushing more, as my breath is a bit shortened from the effort, as I look into your eyes, sighing. Suddenly I see you giggling, as you hold between your fangs the ring that holds the keys together, with an air of defiance and playful tease, as if you want me to comply, as you tilt your head slightly, as to encourage me