Page 54 of A Furry Thing Called Love
“Two, actually.One is about six months old, the other’s about a year.At least according to the paperwork Arthur put together.”
“You went to the shelter?”
I nod slowly.“I know you like spending time there.And well, when you were telling me about the cats a few weeks ago, and how you know you need to be more responsible with the next animal you bring home…I decided I should try your love language out for once.If it’s stupid…”
He grabs my face between his hands and presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.“It’s the single most thoughtful thing someone has ever done for me.Thank you, I love them.”
I laugh.“You haven’t even seen them yet.”
“I don’t need to.The fact you care so much to do something so personal for me… Fuck, I love you, Arlo.”
Pressing our lips together, I kiss him deeply, trying to pour as much of my feelings into the kiss as possible, because words just aren’t enough to explain how much I love this man.
It might have taken us two tries to get it right, but Jordan isn’t my second chance, he’s my first and only.Always.
Breaking the kiss, I smile at the glazed look in his brown eyes, loving that I can make him feel even a fraction of what I do.
“I love you.”
“Love you, too, Ar.”
“Good, then you can help me up.”
He laughs.“I don’t know, I kind of like having you stuck down here at my mercy.”
“You can have your wicked way with me later.I bought a cake, and would like to eat it after I cook you a passable birthday dinner.”
He snorts and stands, raising his arms above his head to stretch, teasing me with a flash of his gorgeous skin peeking out from under his shirt.“You stare at me like you want to eat me for dinner…”
“I will if you make me wait any longer for food.I’m starving.”
Laughing, Jordan reaches down and helps me up, making sure I’m steady before giving me a quick kiss and letting go.
“Oh, hello, cutie.”He moves to the side and scoops up one of the cats.“You’re so pretty.”
“She’s the older one,” I tell him as he cradles the calico like a baby.
“The bow’s a nice touch,” he says, touching the collar around her neck.
“I thought so, they didn’t.There’s a gray one around here somewhere.He was not very impressed with my fashion choices.”
Jordan chuckles.“He’ll turn up eventually… You'll probably want to sleep with one eye open when you’re at my house, though.”
“Probably.”
We head into the kitchen so I can start dinner, and Jordan lets Millie in.“How is she with cats?We haven't got to that part of her socialization yet.”He eyes her warily.
“She’s fine.My sister has a cat and she was good with Bernie.She was curious when I brought these two in, but mostly left them alone once they were out of the travel crate.She likes to think she’s a lap dog, and wouldn’t leave me alone when I was first trying to put the collars on.It’s why she got moved outside.”
“Ah, okay.”
As I get everything out for dinner, Jordan sneaks a look at the cake in the fridge.
“Can we have dessert and then dinner later?It's my birthday after all.”
I gesture to everything laid out on the counter and give him a look.
Jordan grins.“I'll even help cook.Please?”
