“It’s perfect. And it suits you,” I whisper, and she tips her head down to look down at me where my chin is still planted on her hip. She smiles at me, and my body moves on its own, bringing my mouth to hers to kiss her again. I can’t help it.

She responds immediately, running her hand across the back of my head to wind her fingers in my hair. She drags her feet up the back of my legs and wraps her legs around my waist, and my cock hardens between us as I push myself up to my hands and knees. I settle between her legs, grinding myself against her slick wetness, and she grins up at me as our kiss breaks.

“Feeling inspired now?”

I chuckle and peck a kiss on her forehead. “What can I say? I think I’ve found my muse.”

9. Hannah

Chapter 9

Hannah

“Oh, come on, Ralph, watch where you’re stepping!” I groan over the crinkle of my books and papers crunching under my cat’s plump paws as she bumbles across my bed. She stops right in front of me, blocking my view of the book where I’ve been reading the same passage for what feels like hours, and meows right in my face.

“Can’t you see I’m trying to study here?” I ask, crinkling my nose at her tuna breath, but I scratch her little head anyway, and she starts purring immediately. I didn’t know she was a girl when we adopted her, but by the time we figured it out, she had already gotten used to being called Ralph, so we kept it. “Alright, fine, I get the hint. I guess I can take a break for a little while. Do you want me to make you a little place to sit, you demanding little princess?”

Ralph turns around in circles a couple of times, which I take as a yes, so I start shoving books and papers out of the way to make a little nest for her. I’ve been in bed with my face in the books for so long that I’ve lost track of time, and I’ve made a disaster zone around me. Stacks of my handwritten notes and a dozen textbooks, each highlighted to within an inch of their lives, lie scattered across my fluffy purple comforter that’s now more cat hair than fabric. Whenever I’m home, Ralph wants to be right next to me, and she follows me everywhere like a little shadow—including to bed.

The irony isn’t lost on me that the one relationship I can maintain without complications is with my needy tabby.