Kitty 🐺

Mad

The front door slammed, making me jump up from the couch.

“Matt? Are you okay?” I ask, quickly walking to meet him in the hallway.

He stops and briefly regards me before lightly pushing me to the side. Even when he was mad, he was gentle.

“I don't want to talk about it.” He growls, making his way to the living room.

I follow after him, wanting answers.

“Honey. Not saying anything won't help.” I whine, grabbing his shoulder to turn him around.

He glares down at me, jaw clenched.

“It's nothing, okay!” He snaps, making me flinch.

I deadpan as I push him back onto the couch, moving to straddle his lap. Taking his hands into my own, I let them drop in between us.

“What's wrong?” I whisper, making eye contact.

“I-... Kitty, I just had a bad day, okay?” He sighs, looking away.

I look down to our hands, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Is there any way I could help?” I finally ask, looking back up to him.

He looks back to me, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.” He says.

“I'll be fine. What is it?” I reassure him, leaning in an inch.

He lets go of my hands, moving his own to my hips. I cock an eyebrow, silently asking what he was doing.

I gasp as he starts rolling my hips against his, slowly.

“Oh.” I breathe, grabbing onto his arms.

“I need to blow of steam.” He whispers lowly, smirking.