His fingers curl around the stem, and he brings it to his nose. ‘Thank you. Never got a flower before.’
Iroll my lips between my teeth to keep my eyes from doing so.
‘Let me put it in water. Come in.’ He reaches out for the door and then peers back at me. ‘I have a secret.’
My eyes widen slightly.
‘I got a cat. Just be careful. He’s not nice.’
I frown at that as we sneak in the door. I recognize the cat that’s perched on the back of the couch, one eye blinking over at me. I swear it scowls when I enter the apartment, and it probably even hisses under its breath.
‘You adoptedDennis?’
Dex shakes his head. ‘I didn’t mean to.’
‘What do you mean? How can you not mean to adopt a cat?’
He moves toward the kitchen and grabs a vase, filling it with water and placing the lone flower inside it. He looks at it for a moment, his gaze softening before he meets my stare.
‘I went to the cat café to ask questions about getting a kitten. Milo. Remember him?” He describes him, but he really doesn’t need to. I remember him just fine. ‘He put Dennis in a carrier and shoved him at me. And here we are.’
‘You have a cat now?’
‘I have a cat.’
‘You can’t give it back?’
‘No. Milo would probably murder me.’ He rubs the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “I mean that literally. I think he really would murder me.”
‘Okay, well.’ I eye the cat, and he reaches out a paw. He doesn’t move from where he’s loafing, but it looks like he’s trying to swipe at me.
‘I think he likes you,’ Dex interrupts, and I let out a small laugh.
‘I think you’re delusional. I think that cat wants to kill me.’
‘I think it wants to kill me too. It watches me at night.’
‘Probably wants you to die so it can eat you.’
Dex lets out a groan, or I assume he does. His entire body lists forward, and his mouth opens prettily.
My cock stirs between my legs as I move toward him.
‘Come on. Let’s leave the murder cat here and go on our date.’
He places his head on my shoulder, and I can’t help but run my hand through his hair, arching his face up to mine and letting my mouth hover over his. His pupils are dilated, and I can feel the steady puffs of breath against my lips.
‘Kiss?’ I ask, and he doesn’t even respond with words, just leans over and brushes his lips against mine.
It turns heavy quickly, and before I know it, I’m up against the door, Dex’s hips grinding against mine. My cock is hard, and I want nothing more than to watch him sink to his knees and get me off, but before any of that can happen, something bites my ankles.
I jump slightly, and Dex pulls away, his lips pink and swollen from my teeth.
‘Cat,’ I tell him, glowering at Dennis, who shows me his butthole as he saunters away.
Dex watches Dennis as he hops onto the counter and eyes the vase and then turns his gaze back to mine. ‘I think he doesn’t want to see us fuck.’
‘Yeah.’
