Page 58 of Whisper

“Do you have a litter box?” Ghost asks.

“No. Shit.”

“Just put some papers down if you have them,” the guy says. “Papers, paper towels, anything like that. Show the cat and he’ll know he’s supposed to go there.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“Sure. My mom rescues cats so I know these things.”

“We have butcher paper in the pantry,” Ghost says.

I grab the roll and two bowls then head to my room, cat in tow. Once he’s all set up and happily eating, I sit on the edge of the bed. Guess I’ve got myself a pet now.

After watching the cat for a couple of minutes, I rise to slip out of my clothes and get into bed, finally noticing the notification on my phone. It’s a text from Blush that came through twenty minutes ago.

I open it to see a picture of his hard dick pressing against some lacy panties. Well fuck. My dick instantly hardens at the sight. The text just says “Missing you.”

Me: You’re so goddamn sexy.

It takes several minutes before he answers.

Blush: Thank you. Back at ya.

Me: How was your night?

Blush: Domestic. Cleaned my apartment and did laundry. Yours?

Me: You weren’t out tonight?

Blush: Nope. Were you?

Me: I had work. Home now. Found myself a cat.

I send him a picture.

Blush: Cute! Name?

Me: Not yet. Don’t even know what it is.

Blush: It’s a cat, Whisper.

Me: I meant the sex, Blush.

Blush: Give it a gender neutral name, weirdo.

I chuckle.

Me: Guess I could. Got any suggestions?

Blush: I’d have to meet it, get a feel for its personality. Which means you’ll have to invite me over again.

Me: I can do that. When’s your next night off?

Blush: Not until Thursday.

Me: Are you free?

Blush: I don’t know, Whisper. Am I?