“Mean? The cat is the rude one!”
“I let him on the counter sometimes. It’s fine.”
“Fine? He puts those paws in his toilet!”
“Thank goodness sanitary wipes exist. Wait...” Her cheeks fill with color, and she nibbles on her lower lip. She wants to say something, but she’s nervous about it.
“Out with it,” I tease.
“I was just wondering why you’re disgusted with Potato on thecounter when...”
“When?” I urge.
I could dip into her thoughts, but I’m having fun making her squirm. She’s getting incredibly flustered, and it’s such a lovely look on her.
She sighs. “I just assumed that because you’re a monster... Don’t you like to ingest blood and…”
I raise a brow. “And?”
She sighs. “I don’t know. I just assumed most monsters eat humans.”
A maniacal laugh escapes my lips because I was NOT expecting her to say that. “Is that a lie your family told you?”
“So, it’s not true?”
I purse my lips. “Some monsters eat humans, BUT…” Her eyes widen. “Gargoyles don’t, at least not anymore.”
“Anymore,” she whispers in awe.
“It doesn’t matter! My point is Potato is not allowed on the counter.”
I shake my head mumbling cat people, and Farrah stands to slap her knuckles on my chest. Her eyes scan the room to find her cat.
“Awe. Look at him. He’s embarrassed. Apologize! Right now.”
Potato stares at me, eyes narrowed. He’s not embarrassed at all. He’s mad that I made him get down and now he’s plotting my murder.
“He’s not planning your murder,” Farrah says with a snort.
I take two fingers, pointing them at my eyes then at Potato. He responds with an aggressive lick of his chest before returning to his plotting stance.
“I think this was our first fight,” Farrah says, smiling.
“That was hardly a fight.”
Her grin shines brighter as she places her palms flat on my chest. “Are you sure? Because if it was a fight, then we can have—”
“Make up sex,” we say in unison.
I point down the hallway. “Bedroom.”
She turns to leave.
“Wait!” She pauses, raising a brow. “You didn’t tell meyourfavorite color, food, music, movie, tv show, and place you’ve traveled.”
She smiles and looks up at the ceiling, tapping her finger on her chin. Holding up her hand to tick off the list like I just did, she says, “The Grand Canyon because it’s the only ‘touristy’ place my parents ever took us that didn’t involve a hunting mission. TV Show:Friendsminus the fatphobia with Monica. Movie:Now and Thenbecause I had a crush on Devon Sawa as a teen. Music: Lady Gaga because she’s amazing and doesn’t give a shit about whatpeople think about her and is comfortable in her own skin. Food: lasagna.”
She clamps her mouth shut, blushing.
