And then that evening, she’d deleted the account entirely.
I’d suspected there was something else she wasn’t telling me. And clearly it was serious enough to have made her delete her account. Had someone sent her threatening messages? My algorithm was very goodat maintaining our community standards when it came to private messages, but I was only human.
I sifted through her interactions over the days leading up to her setting her account to private. I came up empty-handed.
“Meow?”
I glanced down to find both cats staring plaintively at me. “Are your food bowls empty?” I asked.
Trink pawed at my leg, and Abs gave a distressed little sound. I took a slow, deep breath and went to grab my vape. Anyone who said cats couldn’t sense their owner’s emotions were lying. Cats sensed everything; it was just that most of them didn’t care enough to show concern.
I took a long inhale on my vape and tried to let my mind go blank, just for a few moments. Trink jumped up into my lap. I scratched her head absently.
I could call Ri and ask her what had happened to make her shut her account down. But that felt like a huge invasion of her privacy. I thought we’d gotten to a place where she could trust me with the things she wanted to share. She’d told me about her uncle, and her parents, and her mother’s death, after all.
But I wasn’t entitled to her secrets. Not unless she wanted to share them with me. I wanted her towantto share them with me … and calling her up asking penetrating questions was not the way to encourage that.
Abs rubbed his squishy face against my leg, and I reached down to pat his fluffy backside. It was probably better that I didn’t call her at all. I was too emotional. It wouldn’t do her or myself any favours.
But the urge to connect with her in some way was overwhelming. So, I compromised.
Henry: I hope Kat is feeling ok? I’m sure you’re an excellent nurse. I’ve been wondering what kind of dark chocolate I should be stocking the pantry with
I sat back, breathing in another dose from my vape to stop myself from text-bombing her. My fingers itched towards the phone, and Isqueezed them into a fist, nails digging into my palm until my phone pinged.
Irina: I’m a very bossy nurse, apparently
Irina: As for chocolate, the darker the better. I like it bitter, like my coffee. And with nuts
Irina: Roasted almonds are my favourite
Irina: Although I’d happily eat dark chocolate off your nuts any time you asked me to, Hubby
I groaned. It had been weeks since we’d engaged in anything even remotely resembling flirtation. Since we’d slept together. My heart fluttered, and I wondered how I would feel about having melted chocolate drizzled over my naked groin … having Ri licking it off me.
Turns out, I felt quite enthusiastic about it.
Henry: I’ll be sure to purchase extra … to keep in the bedside drawer
I held my breath, waiting to see how she responded, while Trink stood from my lap and leapt away, glaring over her shoulder at me.
Apparently, erections were not a comfortable sleeping spot for a cat.
Irina:
Irina: Kat’s getting annoyed that I’m ‘distracted’, so I’d better go. Sleep well, Hubby
Henry: Good night, Catnip xx
I set my phone down, worked up for a completely different reason now. I shooed the cats out of the room, slamming the door behind them before I dragged my jeans and boxer briefs down and collapsed back into my desk chair, taking myself in hand.
I pictured her mouth, wrapping around the tip of me, slowly sliding those warm, wet lips down my length …
I was painfully aroused, and I usually did this in the bathroom where I could make use of body lotion … but I was desperate, so I spat into my palm and stroked.
I imagined her moaning around me, the sound vibrating throughnerve endings as I pumped faster, free hand gripping the armrest, neck tensing. Her tongue would press along the ridge that spanned the underside of me, and when she came up, she would lick around the head, teasing me, before taking me deep again.
My jaw tightened, holding in the groan as I thrust into my fist, heat exploding out from deep within. Eyes squeezed shut, I pictured her, pumping the base of me with her fist as I tipped over the edge.
