“Blake,” I softly say his name, gently nudging his shoulder. “Blake. Time to wake up.”
“Huh?” he grumbles, blinking his eyes open. “What’s going on?”
A smile curves at my lips. “It’s morning. You still up for coming with me to the shop? If you don’t want to, you can stay here and sleep some more.”
“I’m up,” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes. “I’m coming.” He kicks off the blanket.
With an amused raise of my brows, I can’t help but look down. Wrong move, because Blake’s morning wood has already risen and shined.
My own cock stirs, liking very much what I see.
Not wanting to be rude, I look away. “You sure?”
He sits up, stretching his arms over his head. “Yeah, I’m sure. But fair warning, while I’m normally a morning person, if it’s not me naturally waking up on my own, I’m a bit of a grump.” He looks at me over his shoulder, his hair adorably rumpled.
“Oh, so like normal?” I chuckle.
He rolls his eyes. “I am not a grump,” he mutters, getting to his feet.
“He says in a grumpy voice.”
“I just woke up. What do you want me to be? All rainbows and sunshine? We can’t all be a golden boy.”
Getting up, I walk over to him, stopping right in front of him. “I don’t want you to be a golden boy. I like you just the way you are.” I wink.
I’m rewarded with that pink stain to his cheeks I’ve become addicted to.
“Come on.” I turn around and head for the door. “I’ll make you something to eat, then we can go.”
***
“Wait, so you’re telling me someone came in here genuinely thinking their car was haunted?” Blake bursts out laughing, the sound making me smile.
“Yup.” I chuckle, wishing I could see the look on his face right now. But I can’t because I’m currently under the car working, while Blake sits in a chair nearby. “She said she heard meowing and swore it was her dead cat coming back for revenge for not feeding him more wet cat food.”
“Let me guess, crazy cat lady?” He sounds amused.
“Oh yeah. She told me all about the ten furbabies she has at home, and the twenty she was caring for around the neighborhood."
“Maybe she was just so used to hearing cats that it was her hearing phantom meows.”
“Nope, she was hearing actual meowing.” I slide out from under the car and sit up, grinning wide. “Turns out, one of the strays had babies and decided to hide one in the hood of her car. A little black ball of fur. So damn cute.”
“No way.” His eyes bug out. “You’re joking?”
“Nope.” I chuckle.
“What happened to the kitten?”
Just as he asks the question, a loud meow sounds, echoing around the garage, making Blake jump.
“There’s my sweetheart,” I coo. “Blake, meet Raven.”
“Wait, is that the cat from your story?” Blake bends down and picks Raven up after she rubs against his leg.
“After I freed her, I asked if I could keep her. The older lady agreed, saying she wasn’t able to care for a kitten. I brought her home and raised her until she was old enough to stay here.”
Raven is purring up a storm now, rubbing her face all over Blake. He chuckles softly, petting her. Ugh, seeing these two together melts my damn heart. Who knew my grumpy kitten actually liked cats?
