This story is told with narration, but I am not sure how much of it is needed. Would love any CC. Thanks.
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Kathrine kissed down Jeremy’s neck as she straddled him at the waist, her knees steadying herself on the bed. He was still staring at his phone but she hoped her hands wondering down his sides and to the front of his boxers would encourage him to pay attention to anything else.
“What if they have fleas?”
“What?” Sandra said, pulling her lips away from his face and sitting upright.
“The dogs. What if they have fleas?” Jeremy was still looking at his phone, occasionally holding it with one hand while the other scratching a his arm with the other. “I just feel itchy. What do you think it could be?”
“Uhhh.” Kathrine hesitated. *Do I act like I care in hopes that he’ll get over it, or do I accept defeat and argue about the dogs? Decisions, decisions…*
“Want me to kick the dogs out?” *That’s a healthy compromise, right?*
“Well, do you think they have fleas?” Jeremy reached down and scratched a spot on his leg, slightly knocking Kathrine off balance as he did.