“You know there’s no difference between this little guy and a calf, or a pig, or a goat, or?—”
I swallow hard. I know that, and it’s hard to stomach. “Rabbits are pets, though. Animals are bred to be, uh, well…”Eatenis what I was going to say.
“Right, and so are dogs and cats, they eat those in some countries.”
“You been talkin’ to Stella?” She’s also a longtime vegetarian and animal activist. Along with Luna and her many charitable causes.
“No, why?”
“No reason. I could go vegetarian,” I declare. “But it’d take a shit ton of whatever it is you get for protein to keep me alive.”
“It isn’t that hard with a balanced diet.” She takes another pull, sitting at the kitchen counter, my little guy still in her arms.
“My little dude is fallin’ asleep in your arms.” I nod to him, and she glances down.
“He is pretty soft.”
“He’s a good judge of character, he normally runs away and hides with new people.”
She pulls a sad face, leaning down to kiss his head. “I don’t know why, who would want to hurt you, little Crunchy?”
I stare at her, my heart beating wildly and my cock getting hard watching her. She loves him already. I clear my throat. “One happy little family,” I sing. “We could get him a friend.”
She glances up. “We?”
“Yup. Now could be a good time to discuss the sleepin’ arrangements.”
She blinks.
I point between us. “If we’re givin’usanother shot, then are we just gonna commute?”
“I thought you were the one who said we needed to ‘get to know each other again without sex getting in the way’.” She uses inverted commas and I want to die laughing.
“Your mind is always on the pepperoni,” I muse. “While I love how your dirty mind works, I also am capable of sleepin’ on the couch.”
“So I get to sleep in your bed?”
My dick can barely contain himself at the idea of her in my big bed, all a-fucking-lone. “Well, you wouldn’t be alone, exactly.” I point to Crunch. “He’s kinda needy.”
“Like his daddy?”
“You didn’t just call me Daddy?”
“What’s wrong with Daddy,Daddy?”
I take a deep breath. “Your brother is upstairs,” I say through gritted teeth. “This is hard enough.”
“Hey, I didn’t impose this ban on touching, that was all your doing.”
“Maybe we need to revoke some of the things I said.”
She laughs, and my lips curl up. I like making her smile, laugh, anything to keep a frown off her face. “Maybe abstaining might be good for you. Like you said, sex can cloud judgement.”
I stalk toward her. “I never said that.”
“I’m hungry,” Max says, barging into the kitchen.
My hands ball into fists. “You just ate the last three slices of pizza. This isn’t a damn hotel,” I mutter.
