by L A Witt
That would be nice. I was prepared to testify if I had to—no way did I want either of these two wriggling out of responsibility—but I didn’t mind not having to testify.
“How was therapy?”
I chuckled. “Nice segue, very smooth. It was fine. I’m going to look for a new place to live.” I didn’t even suggest the possibility of moving in here—it was too soon for that—but if I could find a nice apartment that let me sign a six-month lease, then… well, maybe we’d see where we went. We were definitely going somewhere, Mark and me.
“That’ll be good for you.”
“Yeah, I think so too.” I looked down at my gnocchi and decided half a bowl was good enough, set it down on the end table and curled up into Mark’s side.
He smiled. “You’re affectionate tonight.”
“Shut up, I’m affectionate with you every night. I’m affectionate all the time.”
“Except when you’re stealing blankets or complaining about my cold feet.”
I tilted my head up and kissed the edge of his jaw. “I steal them with love. And your feet are like ice, don’t deny it, so I’ve decided I’m buying you an electric blanket for Christmas.” It gave me a little thrill, thinking that far ahead. I’d never been with a guy for so long, but it was hard for me to imagine being with anyone else now.
“How do I know you won’t just steal the electric blanket?” Mark asked, setting his empty bowl aside and putting his arm around my shoulders, drawing me more closely to his side. We still had to be careful of his wound, but this much was doable.
“I might,” I allowed. “Then again, I might not. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“I guess I will—Harley, get out of there!”
I glanced down at the end table just in time to see Harley lift her head out of my pasta bowl. She had a string of mozzarella clinging to one whisker. As I watched, she calmly wiped it off with her paw, licked it up, then stepped down from the table into the space I’d left between my hips and the end of the couch, settling in like we should be grateful she wasn’t claiming the whole thing for herself.
“Hmm, I don’t think she feels guilty,” I told Mark.
“I don’t think she knows how to,” he said resignedly. “She’ll go back to it all night if we let her.”
“I’ll take care of it.” I moved to slide out from under his arm, but he tightened his grip a little, turning so his chin rested on my head.
“In a few minutes, okay?” He gestured at the TV, where the next episode of the latest documentary we were working out way through was queued up. Nature shows, it turned out, were great for avoiding our mutual triggers. “Want to watch one of these first?”
I smiled and relaxed against his chest. From here, I could just make out the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. “Sounds good.”
The End
About the Authors
Cari Z. is a Colorado girl who loves snow and sunshine. She writes award-winning LGBTQ fiction featuring aliens, supervillains, soothsayers, and even normal people sometimes
Cari has published short stories, novellas and novels with numerous print and e-presses, and she also offers up a tremendous amount of free content on Literotica.com, under the name Carizabeth. Follow her blog to read her serial stories, with new chapters posting every week.
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L.A. Witt and her husband have been exiled from Spain and sent to live in Maine because rhymes are fun. She now divides her time between writing, assuring people she is aware that Maine is cold, wondering where to put her next tattoo, and trying to reason with a surly Maine coon. Rumor has it her arch nemesis, Lauren Gallagher, is also somewhere in the wilds of New England, which is why L.A. is also spending a portion of her time training a team of spec ops lobsters. Authors Ann Gallagher and Lori A. Witt have been asked to assist in lobster training, but they "have books to write" and "need to focus on our careers" and "don't you think this rivalry has gotten a little out of hand?" They're probably just helping Lauren raise her army of squirrels trained to ride moose into battle.
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