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I woke up when something hit my chest.
Ow. It hurt. Something heavy was on top of me, but it was lighter than David had been. What was it? I opened my eyes, and I was shocked to see two very bright tiny eyes staring back at me.
“MEOW!”
An orange fluffball of a cat was sitting on my chest meowing in my face. His eyes were right in front of mine. He was obviously unhappy that I was in his space. Perhaps he was upset that I was taking attention away from him by sleeping with his owner.
“Go away,” David groaned from his spot on his side of the bed. “The alarm didn’t go off yet.” David’s back was to me and the cat. He was facing the wall. His broad shoulders looked delicious even now. It was the morning after, and I was supposed to want to run away, but I didn’t. I just wanted to stare at that beautiful back and play with this lovely cat.
“What’s your name?” I asked the kitty, scratching behind its ears.
“Meow,” the cat answered seriously.
“It’s Percy,” David said. “And he always does this.”
“Does what, exactly?”
“Wakes me up before I’m ready,” David grumbled. It was hard not to laugh at the big, strong attorney being put in his place by a little tiny cat. Just then, an alarm tone started playing, and David growled again.
“See?” David gestured wildly. “I just missed out on a full five minutes of sleep.”
“That was more like half of a minute,” I told him, laughing.
“Whatever,” he said.
“So, you’re not a morning person,” I nodded. “Noted.”
“Not at all,” he muttered. “Hey,” he rolled over and pressed his lips against mine. “Good morning.”
“A very good morning,” I smirked.
I was sore.
I was totally, wonderfully, deliciously sore in all of the right places. I was sore in places I didn’t even know I could be sore. My ass hurt, and my legs hurt, and my pussy hurt. Even my breasts were tender this morning, although I suspected that was less from David and more from Percy jumping on me to wake me up.
“I need to shower,” David muttered, sliding out of bed. “As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you all day,” he told me. “I’d like to continue having a job, too.” When I looked over at him, he actually did seem remorseful, and I felt a little bad for him. Staying in bed all day playing together sounded like a lot more fun than facing the world outside of this little haven.
In here, it was just the two of us. Well, us and Percy. In here, we didn’t have to deal with deadlines or bosses or clients. We didn’t have to deal with anyone giving us crap or harassing us. It was just us against the world, and it was nice. The moment we walked out of this house, everything was going to change because it had to. David would go back to being Mr. Attorney and me? Well, I’d go back to Monterey. The thought was a little sobering.
“No worries,” I tried to laugh. I knew he was going to be rushing a little bit. He had to shower and dress, but then he either had to get a ride to work or get a ride to the parking lot. Either way meant he’d be pressed for time. “I’ll just get out of your hair,” I said. Reluctantly, I set Percy to the side. He mewed in protest. Apparently, Percy liked attention and lots of it.
I made a mental note to think about getting a pet when I moved back to Kansas. My home in Monterey was tiny: a shared space with three other coworkers. We’d all pitched in to make the house habitable and homey, but one of the girls was allergic to cats, so we’d all made a pact not to get a pet while we lived together. Until now, it hadn’t been much of a problem. If I was being honest, I was too busy working to take care of a pet. That was life in California, though.
When I had my own place in Kansas, though, I’d be able t
o get a cat if I wanted to, or a little dog, or maybe I’d go for something really unique and get a ferret or a hedgehog. Having a pet could be nice. It would be a good way to treat myself and to start enjoying life a little more. I could afford to slow down a little bit, if I was being honest.
“Make yourself at home,” he said, stretching. He headed toward the bathroom, started the shower, and then came back. “There’s no reason for you to rush. There’s food in the fridge if you want to help yourself to breakfast or coffee.”
“That’s okay,” I started pulling on my clothes. They were kind of strewn everywhere. I pulled open my phone, which was nearly dead, and called a ride. “My ride will be here in about four minutes, so I’m going to go wait in the living room.”
“I’ll miss you,” he said.
“Really?” I looked over at him. Even the morning after, he looked great. He was rippling and handsome and damn, those muscles were going to be the death of me.
“Really,” he flashed me a smile. “When do you head back to California?”