"Wife … they're my ears," Edmund muttered, his voice low with embarrassment as Primrose continued stroking them for a little too long, as though she were petting a dog.
"I know," she replied softly. Instead of letting him go, she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around him and letting his head rest against her chest. "But they're so soft."
His ears suddenly folded back on their own, as if showing that their owner felt threatened or maybe … just embarrassed.
"Don't you think this appearance makes me look disgusting?" Edmund asked quietly, turning his gaze away. "I look like a dog."
Primrose smiled, her voice full of warmth. "What's wrong with that? I love dogs. They're cute, loyal … and so precious." She leaned down, brushing her lips against his temple. "But you're not a dog, Edmund. You're my husband, and I love my husband."
Edmund's chest tightened at her words, and for a moment he couldn't bring himself to speak.
