Possibly.
What a weird couple of days. His mind drifted back to Wycke again. Their date, dancing and… something. They didn’t fly or climb walls. No. Piers imagined every bizarre moment.
Except the kissing, the way Wycke took such care of Piers, undressing him, kissing his feet. No one had ever kissed Piers’ feet before. He closed his eyes, imagining fingers skimming over his skin, tweaking a nipple.
But not flying. They hadn’t flown. He’d just been tired. Yeah, tired. Fantastic sex, though. Time to stop reliving the memories in favor of sleeping. Chances were, despite his best efforts, he’d be reliving those memories for a long time to come.
As he drifted off, he heard,You’ll do.
Piers bolted upright, turned on the light, and stared at the cat. “Please tell me you didn’t just talk to me.”
“Okay. I didn’t.” The cat rolled over.
Piers spent the night in the living room chair, eyes wide open.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Piers woke with a start to an upside-down world. Or rather, to Jess’s upside-down face, as she hung her head over the side of the couch, a furrow etched in her brow.
“I’m just sitting here.”
“You’re sleeping in a chair.” The furrow in her brow deepened. “You weren’t watching me sleep, were you? I don’t care if you are my bestie. Sleep-staring is creepy.”
Why was Piers in the living room chair instead of in bed?
The answer came strutting out of his room, mouth stretched wide in a yawn and displaying a mouthful of sharp teeth.
The cat.
The cat! “Ahh!” Piers jumped, crouching on the chair.
Jess righted herself, hair a matted mess and wiping drool from her cheek with one hand. “Yeah. The cat. Here, kitty, kitty.” She switched to baby talk. “Don’t let the noisy, crazy man scare you, you little cutie.”
The cat might have chirruped. Piers heard,“Control yourself, madam, or I’ll be inclined to believe idiots surround me.”
Oh, God. Even in the light of day… No! This couldn’t be happening. “Did… did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Jess scooted onto the floor, inching her way toward the cat.
“No!” Piers lunged and held her back. “The cat… the cat!”
“What the fuck, man?” Jess squirmed in his grasp. “Not that I turn down hugs or nothing, but what is wrong with you?”
“The cat. It’s talking!” How could she not hear?
“Yes. Probably cat talk for ‘Feed me, human.’”
“Not cat talk. The damn thing talked!”
Jess finally wriggled free of Piers’ grasp and placed a hand on his forehead. “No fever. Are you sure you’re okay? I haven’t heard anyone blather on about talking animals since Vinnie at the shop took something he found in his grandma’s medicine cabinet and spent the afternoon planning world domination with a squirrel.”
Piers placed a hand over his wildly pounding heart. This couldn’t be real. Maybe he was asleep. Or maybe sleep deprivation wore at his sanity.
The madness started when he’d yielded to temptation with a man called Wicked.
“I’ve got to get ready for work.” Jess yawned. “I’ll leave you to work things out, why don’t I?”
“What about the… cat?” If Piers begged Jess to stay, would she?
