When it is a foot away, I close my eyes and accept my fate.
Suddenly, Tusk slides past me, and I feel his fur on my skin.
I next feel him budge against me, like he is a shark playing with something. The predator then walks around me and circles me, slowly.
Harry moves carefully forwards, walking ultra-slowly.
As the huge tiger circles me again, I lie down, just like Harry had.
The tiger watches me and snarls. He then roars and pounces on me.
I scream loudly, but the heavy tiger rolls next to me and partly on top of me. He is simply squashing me but not using his fangs or claws.
I gasp as he lies against me playfully.
Pushing myself to touch and play with him, I run my hands through his thick soft yellow and black coat.
As I do, Tusk makes soft, deep, throaty noises.
Slowly, I calm, and an extremely pissed Harry walks up. He stands above us with his hands on his hips.
He lowers his Ray-Bans, and he is icy cold. “You really are a crazy fucking girl.”
“You like that about me,” I say, busy with my new friend.
“I certainly do not,” Harry says.
“Then you love that about me,” I say before realizing.
My mouth goes wide in surprise, but I quickly cover it with a hand. Harry shakes his head, and then he lies next to Tusk and me. I look over, and I feel alive.
With the tiger between me and my man, I feel alive. Alive, electric, and naughty.
As the sunsets with a bright red tinge, we sit and play with Tusk. We also all watch the sun.
It feels like a picnic, but one with a huge and special friend. In saying that, a friend who could eat us both.
Harry gets Tusk’s brushes, and I sit behind him and groom him. It’s good for me and calming, and I am used to big dogs.
Tusk really is just a big dog, and as I brush him, he growls and enjoys it. Harry and I lean against each other as the beautiful Tusk purrs like a big kitten.
It is a perfect end to a perfect day, and I don’t want it to end. “Can’t he come inside, and say, you know, live in a room?”
“We tried that once.”
“Really?”
“Yes. We also used to have two Golden Retrievers. Note I said used to?”
I look over, my eyes wide. I leap on Harry, and it’s nice when he fools around.
After a long farewell to Tusk and lots of sad looks, Harry finally pulls me away from the fence.
We walk around the lake and enter the large chateau. We then have dinner in bed, in our very own bedroom. Nestled into each other’s arms, we talk, and we talk about life.
Tonight, there are no complications like Tokyo, and the ruse, or my job. I feel calm and safe, and I feel loved. As I lie on Harry’s strong chest, I write on it with a finger. “Guess what?”
“What?” Harry asks as he plays with my fringe.
