Page 53 of Worth the Wait

“That was smooth,” I say to try and distract myself.

“You like that?” He lifts an eyebrow. “I was going to add who likes to groom Pussy, but thought that might be a bit crass.”

I throw my head back and laugh and think of that damn cat and love and hate her all simultaneously for getting us to meet each other.

“Well...it is groomed.”

What are you doing?

“Is that so?” he asks with a slight smile and a darkening of his eyes.

You swore off him.

“Yep.”

One more time can’t hurt that much, can it?

“I think you need to take me home and see for yourself.”

Reznor stands abruptly from the table, hand on my elbow, feet leading the way. “I thought you’d never ask,” he murmurs.