Silence.
Father still wasn’t speaking to him.
Fine.
Day huffed, and he brought Twinkle another jingly ball to play with.
He didn’t want to talk to Father anyway.
16
GOLDIE
Watching Day play with the new kitten was easily the most adorable thing in the world.
Goldie loved how Day lit up, and his bright smile was absolutely dazzling.
And his laugh?
His laughter was like music.
For someone who probably didn’t get a chance to laugh very much growing up, Goldie suspected it was long overdue. He had a feeling that Day hadn’t been allowed to play much as a kid either, and definitely never with something as fun as a new kitten. He was glad he was able to do this for him because,wow, that smile was everything.
The very dichotomy of Day’s personality on display right now made him all the more fascinating. On the one hand, Goldie knew Day could be cold, and he was capable of terrible things. He also possessed an intense sexual dominance that made Goldie shudder just thinking about it. And on the other, here Day was, having the most marvelous time playing with a kitten as if it was the most fantastic fun in the entire world, innocent as could be.
Goldie wondered what kind of twisted shit Day’s father had raised him with that Day knew how to kill but had never been able to play before.
Whatever.
That fucker was dead, and Goldie was here now, and he and Day could help take care of each other. They could learn a lot from one another, both in and outside the bedroom, and Goldie thought them pretty well matched so far. Though it had only been a few days, he was very fond of Day, and he was looking forward to seeing how their relationship would blossom.
Hell, they weren’t blossoming—they were exploding.
They’d already blown through the first kiss, the first time, and jumped right to moving in together.
Goldie knew it was a bit more complicated than that because of Day’s previous home situation. He’d only invited Day to stay because he’d been pretty sure that wherever Day was living was not habitable. It had saddened Goldie to think of Day somewhere awful, alone and freezing.
Seeing it today cemented his decision as the correct one.
Day was right where he belonged, safe and warm and about to do the impossible—exhaust a kitten.
Goldie stretched out on the couch while Day ran Twinkle around in loops with the bird toy, and Twinkle had finally conceded by curling up in Day’s lap and purring loudly as his eyes closed. Goldie was in danger of falling asleep too. He was tired from driving and probably still recovering from yesterday’s intense sexual acrobatics. He needed to get a shower so he wouldn’t have to take one in the morning, but right now he was too damn comfortable to move.
Day carefully turned around to face Goldie, pointing excitedly at Twinkle. “He fell asleep on me!”
“That is a high honor from a cat,” Goldie said with a sage-like nod. “Treasure this moment.”
“I will. He’s wonderful. I like his purring. Do they always do that when they’re happy?”
“Most of the time. Other times they might be stressed or hurting. Mama cats purr sometimes when they give birth.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that…” Day scratched behind Twinkle’s ears. “He’s happy though, right?”
“Yeah.” Goldie yawned. “Don’t worry about that. He’s very happy.”
“Does he need a sweater?”
“Hmm?”
