Sunshine

32- Cats

Devin's POV

This past week and a half has been suffocating, not because I haven't been getting any dick, but because Marco has been up my ass and I haven't been getting any pleasure from it.

The dude won't let me leave the house, let alone the bed, and I'm so close to cutting off his left ass cheek.

Just yesterday I was got out of bed to get something to eat, and soon as Marco saw me he sat me back in bed under the covers before tucking in the corners and getting me some food himself. I personally didn't have a problem with that, it was the part where he wouldn't let pick up the fork or cutting knife and fed me, and I was so tempted to bite his fingers off.

I know he cares and it warms my heart, but he's suffocating me so much I'm starting to think my asthma is acting up.

I pull up my jogger shorts before putting on one of Marco's plain white tee shirt, and taking my car keys.

I don't know where Marco is and right now I'm not about to find out. I'm taking this chance to be free for a moment and go to my house. I haven't seen my c-.

FUCK! My cats!

I quickly run out the front door, but not before leaving Marco a note telling him where I'm going. I don't feel like giving the poor dude a heart attack today.

Walking into my house I notice it's a lot cleaner even before the fire.

"King!" I call for my cat, "King!" I call him again searching every where, but he doesn't meow or even walk .

My heart practically drops out of my asshole and onto my toes.

I click my tongue calling my other cat, but she doesn't come.

"Meow." I snap my head towards the oddly human imitation of my cat.

Matteo stands leaning against the doorframe holding Nala in his arms as King walks in the room.

I grab Nala from his hold hugging her close while petting her soft fur. I put her down before squatting and petting King, much to his dismay, as he walks away from me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask Matteo as I pick up Nala again.

"Someone had to take care of the cats while you were gone; though I rarely left the spare room at Marco's, I did check up on the cats feeding them and stuff." He shrugs scratching the back of his head.

A sense of relief fills me and I wrap my free arm around him, and he returns the hug, "Thank you so much, Matty. You're the best."

"No problem Dev." He breaks the hug , "Oh and you have mail on the counter."

I give him an appreciative nod before walking into the kitchen stopping in front of the six white envelopes.

My heartbeat quickens and nervousness creeps in my system just by looking at them.

I can't read them right now.

I haven't even told Marco I applied for college in the first place, and I will just not today, or the next day, or the next.

I don't want it to seem like I'm leaving him because I'm not, but him staying in Texas isn't going to last long.

Though the last few months we've been in our own little bubble and sooner or later the bubble will pop, and I'd be a fool to think it'll stay like that forever when he has a whole mafia to run, and I'll be damn if he gives that up because of me.

Eventually he'll have to go back to Spain and I'll be in college. Will we break up?

I don't know. Most likely not.