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“That sounds like ageisrowled and the vibration of his voice made me hotter, impossibly wetter How in the heck was I not ruffled by hiet I shouldn’t have liked the nickname

“Your death would likely scareme to a life of furry feline ownership”

Whit guffawed

“We can’t have that, now can we, chatterbox?” Babbling with e loose locks froers to release theht pokes of hair

“Definitely not” I tried to take ave up, letting hi “Purpl

e, huh” He rubbed the strands against his fingers using the firelight to examine the color

“It won’t match the…uh…rest obviously”

Seriously, I had zero filter

“Match what, Lia?” He o as we tussled on the floor shifting blankets, exposing skin and hissing when chilled parts touched

I gru he’d hed out loud before squeezing ainst him

“I should hope not, but thanks for clarifying”

“Ugh!” My eyes rolled as he cleared what I’hter from his own eyes

“But maybe I should check just in case you have any other surprises down there? Piercings? Tattoos?” His head rabbed him to pull him back up

“You better not be eyeing up ht about what he could have seen just a row outdown below That had been a asinine idea born out of celibacy, a stupid h to buy

Whit stilled and looked e, but I’d swear you have a thing against cats” He licked his lips and I sighed