Prompted by: AnRo
The crazy author says: Maybe we’ll switch the POV next week. Ehh, maybe not. Dunno yet…
Then he starts to purr and I melt into an instant puddle.
I swear to God, my colossus of a man sounds like a fluffy, newborn kitten. Yeah, we’ve been reduced to kittens and fucking puddles. It doesn’t even matter. I’m perfectly content.
Until he shifts to nuzzle closer and leaves a trail of fresh blood smeared across my chest.