Page 45 of For the Night
Last night…had changed something.
She’d never uttered the words you’re mine or anything like it, but I’d felt it in her touches, in how she’d completely possessed my mind and body. And how she’d opened up too, about her sexuality. She was entrusting me with that, and it brought us closer.
Around noon, Shay, Camden, and I had pizza delivered, and we got comfortable on the deck after fetching cold drinks and napkins.
Camden was cute. He couldn’t sit still to save his life, and he was clearly deep into his regression as a Little. He kept talking about how his Daddy was gonna be here soon, and he’d waited forever—as in, forty-eight hours. Said Daddy, Anthony, was a music teacher in New York, so they had an interesting schedule. It was a private academy that allowed for flexibility, partly because Anthony actually ran the whole thing, but they traveled back and forth a whole lot between Nashville and New York—and now DC too, where August was establishing a headquarters of some sort.
“We’re going back to Nashville in two weeks,” Camden went on frankly, despite that no one had prompted a conversation. “I miss all my stuffies, but at the same time, it gives me an excuse to buy more here and in New York. You know?”
Shay and I exchanged a grin.
“Oh, this is so delicious,” Camden gushed around a mouthful of pizza. “Mm-mm-mm!”
He wasn’t wrong. Domino’s for the win. Besides, it was one of the few takeout joints that promised the food was still hot upon delivery. Ordering a burger and fries from somewhere just made you disappointed. Then you sat there with your cold, limp fries.
“I don’t think you understand what a treat this is,” Camden said. “Daddy hates takeout. August, that is. It’s usually something Anthony and I sneak around with.”
I chuckled and bit into my slice of cheesy goodness.
Halfway through lunch, someone showed up with a carrier—one of those used for cats and small dogs—and the woman was definitely here for Penelope. Because she rushed over to greet the woman with a bright smile.
Then Penelope bent down to peer into the carrier. “Oh, he’s adorable, Sierra. Nora, get over here, please.”
Yes, Ma’am!
I wiped my fingers and scurried over there.
“You’ll have to make sure I bought all the right things,” Penelope told Sierra. “I almost gave myself a headache trying to figure out what litter was the best.”
Sierra chuckled. “I’m sure it’s fine, Ma’am. Mistress wrote you a helpful list too, and I brought food for a week, plus a baby blanket that smells of home.”
Penelope extended her hand to me, and I was happy to thread our fingers together.
“Nora, I want you to meet Sierra. She and her Mistress have helped me find the perfect early birthday present for Ash. Sierra, this is Nora, a hotheaded obsession of mine.”
Hotheaded obsession, huh?
I wanted that on a business card. Hotheaded Obsession of Mistress Penelope.
“The obsession is mutual, and it’s nice to meet you, Sierra.” I reached out and shook her hand.
“You too, Nora.”
It was my turn to peer down into the carrier, and my heart about jumped with the adorableness. Oh my gosh, the kitten was so cute! And tiny! Gray and stripey, with a white belly. Blue eyes.
“Oh, I want one.” I pouted. “Is it a boy or a girl?”
“A boy,” Sierra confirmed. “He turns ten weeks today, actually.”
I sighed and straightened up. “One day… One day, I want a house with a big backyard and all the animals.”
I caught Penelope’s curious expression in the corner of my eye, and she could file away that little tidbit of Future Nora.
Some ten minutes before Ash was due, I had ants in my pants!
I hadn’t left the floor of Penelope’s cabin since we’d let little Paws loose. It was the name I’d chosen for the wild sprite, but I could pretend to be understanding if Ash wanted to change it.
“At the same time, he needs to realize it’s the perfect name,” I said matter-of-factly.