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"So," she urges, "how do you see me?"
"I see you as being original, unique, someone who stands apart just by being herself."
"Wow," she breathes, "that’s a huge compliment."
"Saying it as it is, Beauty."
The kitten mewls again and she frowns, "I think he’s getting hungry."
"Why don’t I call Cassandra and ask her to feed it."
"What?" she cries. "No way. " She pulls the creature closer to her chest, "No one feeds my baby except me."
Ten minutes later, I am seated at the table in the kitchen, nursing a glass of whiskey as she watches the kitten eat from his bowl. Yeah, I bought not just cat food, but also all of the shit that the beast would need—bowls to eat from, more bowls to drink from, a basket in the corner of the kitchen with the softest blankets that can be used for his bed. She kneels down next to the kitten, pets him as he eats. She makes little cooing noises and I stare. Her entire attention is focused on the creature. I take another drink of my whiskey, place the glass down on the table with athwackthat echoes around the room. She doesn’t even look up.
Gesu Cristo,maybe this hadn’t been a good idea. On the other hand, she hasn’t breathed a word about what had happened earlier, so there’s that.
"Don’t think your buying me a kitten has bought you into my good graces," she murmurs at me over her shoulder.
"Me?" I raise my hands, "I’d never think that."
"Ha," she scoffs, "why don’t I believe that? Speaking of," her forehead furrows, "I only told you that I wanted a cat last evening, and you’ve managed to get me one in what…twelve hours?"
Nine, but who’s counting?
"How did you do that?"
I smirk and she rolls her eyes, "Why do I even bother to ask these questions?"
She continues to pet the creature and it’s like I have been dismissed.Che cazzo?Have I been usurped by a few weeks old kitten, and in my own home? I drag my fingers through my hair. And why the hell am I even threatened by that beast? Is it her proximity that’s making me weak? Is it the fact that by falling for her…
Hold on. Back up. Who said anything about falling for her? I want her to stay my wife. Doesn’t mean I have feelings for her…do I? And if I do? What then? What am I going to do about that, eh? I lower my chin, narrow my gaze on her, "I chipped you."
