Page 65 of Living for Truth
“We are. Tell me again you want to do this for real.”
“I want to do this for real.” Her voice doesn’t waver one bit.
“I want that, too.” I drag my thumb across her cheekbone, watching her little pink tongue drag across her lips. “Can I kiss you, Hannah?”
She tilts her face up to mine in silent agreement, and I lower mine to meet her halfway.
The instant our lips touch, it feels like a puzzle piece fits into place. A piece of my heart that had been rattling around waiting to be put back by the right person.
I kiss her slowly, wanting to memorize everything about this moment. Savoring her like a fine wine, I take long, luxurious sips so I can discern every flavor and let my palate memorize them.
I tease the seam of her lips with my tongue, gently asking if she’ll open up for me, and she eagerly does, our tongues dancing in a way that’s so new, yet so familiar..
She tastes like coconut rum and my futurewife.
I want more, want to take this slow, want anything she’ll give me.
I press my body against hers, bringing the hand on the wall down to grip her hip and groan into her mouth at how amazing she feels.
She’s so fucking soft, so lovely. I want to feel her everywhere.
I pull back, and shewhimpers.But I need to ask her. Need to know if she’s feeling as desperate as I am.
“I know we just made this official, and I don’t want you to think I only want you for sex but—”
Meow!
“What was that?” she asks, peering around me. “Oh!” She startles when the black void of fur rubs against her legs.
“That would be Bean. Resident black cat asshole.” I sigh, trying to pick him up.
He hisses at me and swats at my hands.
“Awe, he’s just a baby. Aren’t you a sweet baby?” she coos, bending down to let him sniff her hand.
The little demon rubs himself on her leg like they’re lifelong friends and lets her pet him. When she tries to pick him up,helets her.
“Are you made of catnip or something? He’ll only let Aly pick him up. No one else in my family is even allowed to touch him besides her.” I watch as Hannah cradles him like a baby, and he nuzzles into her breasts.
I’d really like to do that, too, you little beast.
“That can’t be true. He’s such a sweetheart. Aren’t you, Bean?” She plops a kiss on his head, and I swear if cats could smirk, he’d be smirking at me right now. LikeheknowsI was trying to get intimate with Hannah and decided it would be fun to intervene.
Meow.Bagel ambles in, and Hannah gasps. “Oh, the other one! Are you and your brother best friends?”
Resigning myself to letting her love on the cats for a little bit, I make my way over to the couch and sit down, motioning for her to sit by me. She does, and Bagel immediately hops onto the back of the couch to sniff her.
When he’s done his sniff-spection and deemed her safe, he curls up into her lap while she still cradles Bean.
I didn’t think anything could make me love this woman more, but watching my asshole of a furbaby cuddle into her makes me want to drop to one knee right the fuck now.
“Sorry, I got distracted by the cats.” She sighs, looking a little timid.
I give her an unimpressed look. “Are you really? Because you look pretty comfy over there.”
“I had a cat growing up—Cheddar. My mom spent a fortune on a Siberian cat because they’re supposedly hypoallergenic. She would have him groomed to look like a lion. He was kind of dumb, but he was the sweetest thing. He would curl up on my lap while I was studying or when we’d watch a movie. I think he could tell I needed a friend, so he would get on the end of my bed and sleep there some nights. I was devastated when he died, and my mom wouldn’t let me get another cat.
“I wanted to get a cat with Liam, but he always refused. Said we should save our money for more important things. We always conveniently moved to places wecouldn’t have animals, or he’d say we should focus on having a baby instead.”
