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As I nuzzled my face in her throat, I heard the gentle soughs of air puffing from her lips and whispered, “I’ll be whatever you need, Star. You know that, don’t you?”

She rubbed her forehead against my chin, showering me with a tenderness I didn’t think she’d have been capable of before. “I need to be that for you too.”

I turned her face to the side so that I could anoint her lips with a kiss, then, against her mouth, I whispered, “Baby, you do that by breathing,” and she melted into me.

We spent the rest of the game like that.

The Saturns lost 5-1, and somehow, the O’Donnellys had found their next project, and Star and I had uncovered the next phase in our relationship.

Not bad for our second date.

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CONOR

“CONOR!”

Though I winced at the high pitch, I smiled as Katina came bursting through the doors to our office, screeching until she found her way to my desk, arms outstretched so when she barreled into me, she could immediately wrap me up in a hug.

That was when I heard a snarl from the hall.

“Goddamn cats!”

Katina grinned at me before she planted a sticky kiss on my cheek. “Star hates them now but they’re so cute, Conor. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I know you convinced her for me—”

“Ow! You bast—”

Katina’s grin turned into a laugh. “They keep scratching her.”

“Why?”

“She called them Ren and Stimpy.”

I chuckled. “So they’re offended?”

“I think so. I don’t know who they are—”

“Gross cartoon characters from when we grew up.”

“I didn’t know they had cartoons when you guys were young.”

“Katina, exactly how old do you think we are?” I grumbled, pulling back at her in offense.

“Don’t ask her that question or you’re begging to be insulted,” Star growled from the doorway, one kitten dangling from her shirt by its claws and the other hissing and swiping at her with every step she took. “Katina, they’re your kittens. Why am I the one carrying them?”

“Seems like they’re doing most of the heavy lifting.”

She glowered at me. “Shut up. This is your fault.”

Katina skipped away from me and started cooing at her pets. Within a couple moments, she had them purring in her arms, both tucked together against her chest as they relaxed.

Star gaped at her. “Why didn’t you do that earlier when Stimpy tried to bite me?”

“Her name isn’t Stimpy. It’s Suzette.”

“Stimpy’s a better name,” was Star’s bland retort as she rubbed her arm where the kitten had scratched her by the look of things.

“What’s the other cat’s name?”

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