Page 213 of Love Unwritten

His cheeks turn pink. “May be?”

“I’m still deciding.”

His lips quirk. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Take your shirt off?”

He laughs, and I smile while snapping another photo of my favorite cat daddy. At this rate, I’m going to be able to make a collage of him.

His blush deepens. “Do you want to try?”

I hold up my phone and take what must be my hundredth picture. “Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yup. You only have this one left, so I need to take it all in and enjoy it while I still can.” My flight to London leaves tomorrow, so I’m collecting memories like the daily flowers Rafael tucks behind my ear.

His lips curl. “Only?”

He has spent the last hour taking care of the six little ones, all while I was uselessly drooling, cooing, and filming the kittens.

I fake a sigh. “I’m sad I won’t be here tomorrow morning to see you do it again.”

“You could always spend the night here.”

I choke.

He arches a brow. “Nico is staying with my aunt.”

“And you’re telling me this now?” He made it seem like Nico was visiting, not sleeping over.

“I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

“Presumptuous? I was starting to get…concerned.”

“About?”

“Whether or not you were ever going to fuck me before I left for Europe.”

He explodes with a laugh. “I was trying to be respectful.”

“Feel free to be disrespectful. Multiple times if you’re up for it.”

His eyes glimmer. “I’ll remember that.”

I’m easily distracted by a black kitten that cuddles up to my side. I pluck them off the blanket and hold them in my arms.

“I wonder what I’m going to name you.” I consider my alcohol options. “We could consider margarita flavors—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hm. Beer brands?”

“No.”

“Like I’m going to listen to a man who named his animals goats one, two, and three.” I cradle the little black kitten against my chest and sway them back and forth like a baby. “With fur like that, you look like a Guinness to me.”

Rafael makes a noise, and I look up to find him staring at me with hooded eyes.