"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆?" Jackson asked, partially disgusted. "This is Beans!" I held him up and cuddled with him, getting purrs in return. "Where is its eye?" He squinted as be inspected the cat. "Not sure but I just got him today."
I put him down and let him roam the room. "Why a cat of all things?" He watched as Beans freely walked about.
"How about we talk about why you followed me here?" As soon as I got in my car to go back home, I could see his car following behind me. I wasn't sure whether it was cute or borderline creepy... I was definitely leaning towards creepy.
"Because... I wanted to spend some time with you," he mumbled. I giggled a bit, finding this new behavior kind of adorable. Though, that didn't mean years of pain and distrust didn't overrule the skepticism I had deep down.
"I suppose we can hang out... what did you have in mind?" I asked. "I wanna get to know you more." He grabbed ahold of my bloody hand and played with my fingers. As soon as we "made up," he's been touching me with every opportunity presented. I wasn't quite used to it but it was endearing I guess.
"I mean, there's really not much to know," I awkwardly shrugged. And even if there was, I wasn't exactly good at talking about myself.
"Well, for starters, you're a hell-hound. Which is a very rare and very extinct species. And I'm sure that's not the only interesting thing about you. I wanna know how you got here, what your childhood was like, what your favorite food is... I wanna know everything about you."
He looked me deep in the eyes with so much sincerity. But for some reason, all of this was so overwhelming.
He slowly leaned in and I found myself doing the same. But I quickly pulled away, not wanting to get ahead of myself. "I should probably shower... ya know, wash off the blood." He let go of my hand and meekly rubbed the back of his neck, "Y-yeah. I'll be in here."
I scurried off to the bathroom, feeling all sorts of flustered. It might just be the mate bond... but I think he really does like me.
I could feel my body literally heat up at the thought. 'A cold shower. A cold shower is what I need.'
I took off Jackson's shirt and put it in the hamper. Tying up my hair and putting on my shower cap, I turned on the shower and immediately hopped in. All I could do was vigorously scrub the dried up blood from my face and body.
