“Who’s a good bunny?” Grayson coos, carding her monstrous fingers through the fluffy fur on your ears. Curly cotton ball of a tail wagging a mile a minute, leaning into her palm with a dumb look on her face.

Her eyes soften once you melt into her, cupping your cheek with her opposite hand, an amused look about her face.

“You’re a good bunny. Mommy’s good bunny.” she purrs, words molten honey in your ear. Making your cheeks flush bright red, eyes darting away from hers embarrassedly.

Though you can’t deny you like it when she does this.