cage, sticking my finger into the small space. The kitten apprehensively approaches, smelling my finger and then surprisingly letting me pat it under the chin and purring like a lawn mower. I am in love. I have wanted to get another cat since sadly Gabriel my cat died when I was sixteen. I have never gotten another as he was irreplaceable, but this little guy has stolen my heart.
“I knew you two would get along.” Jasper smiles as I turn around looking at him while still stroking Oscar.
“And how did you know that, what are you the animal whisperer?”
“Well apart from that, I knew the little guy had spirit when I found him behind the clinic hunting for food in the dumpster. I took him inside and within ten minutes he picked a fight with a pit-bull, stole my dinner, crapped everywhere but his litter tray and most importantly he’s a grumpy shit like you.”
I laugh and Oscar seems to like the sound as his purring increases an octave.
“Hence the name, he’s grouchy like you are most days.” Jasper is teasing me and quite enjoying it.
I glare at him and attempt to punch him playfully on the arm but he darts out of my path. That’s it, he’s going down.
I chase him around the silver gurney knocking over some supplies but I am determined to make him pay for that comment.
“I am not grouchy and if I am it’s because I have to put up with you.” I giggle, while we are dancing around the table.
“Oh please, you make Oscar the Grouch look like Mary Poppins.” He snorts in laughter, with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
I giggle uncontrollably at his comment because I know I am moody, but I will be damned if I ever admit that to Jasper.
“Surrender.”
“Never. Face facts you and Oscar are a perfect grouchy pair.” He is thoroughly enjoying his taunting, a big smile lighting up his self-righteous face.
That’s it, no more Mr. Nice Guy!
I make a mad dash towards him, as we are on opposite ends of the table. He darts out of the way, but I pick up a saline bottle which somehow explodes on impact when it hits him square in the jaw. Score!
This is my opportunity to entrap him. He is momentarily distracted and I race towards him, attempting to pull him into a tackle. I didn’t however take into consideration the spilled saline and slip colliding into him, taking us both to the floor. Jasper breaks our tumble by falling onto his back with me lying on top of his chest.
Both our chests are rising with the adrenalin of our chase but as my mind comprehends the position we are in, I am breathing uneasy for another reason. His entire body is pressed against mine. He gazes at me with a half-smile, his dimples on show. I am so aware of how close we are and I can’t move.
My cheeks suddenly heat and my heart begins to beat madly as I am aware of what Jasper wants. I can feel the heat of his skin against mine and I gasp at the contact. His smile disappears and he looks at me with such intensity the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter uncontrollably. He reaches up to brush a runaway hair from my face, his fingers passing gently over my cheek while I involuntarily liquefy.
I stare into those cerulean depths and I feel it. That tickle you usually feel in your belly right before something big is about to happen.
“I surrender,” he whispers huskily, his fingers lingering on my cheek. Why do I feel there is a hidden message behind those two little words?
With his fierce jaw, piercing blue eyes and unruly bedroom hair he looks perfect.
But that’s not what knocks me flat. It’s that impassioned look of desire he is giving me and I know Jasper wants to kiss me. He is looking intently upon my mouth, like it is his sustenance.
I am torn. The sexual chemistry between us is palpable.
I shouldn’t want this for so many reasons, but why does it feel so right, so intrinsic? I feel like a liar after convincing myself I don’t want to explore anything more than friendship with Jasper. Because right now looking
“I knew you two would get along.” Jasper smiles as I turn around looking at him while still stroking Oscar.
“And how did you know that, what are you the animal whisperer?”
“Well apart from that, I knew the little guy had spirit when I found him behind the clinic hunting for food in the dumpster. I took him inside and within ten minutes he picked a fight with a pit-bull, stole my dinner, crapped everywhere but his litter tray and most importantly he’s a grumpy shit like you.”
I laugh and Oscar seems to like the sound as his purring increases an octave.
“Hence the name, he’s grouchy like you are most days.” Jasper is teasing me and quite enjoying it.
I glare at him and attempt to punch him playfully on the arm but he darts out of my path. That’s it, he’s going down.
I chase him around the silver gurney knocking over some supplies but I am determined to make him pay for that comment.
“I am not grouchy and if I am it’s because I have to put up with you.” I giggle, while we are dancing around the table.
“Oh please, you make Oscar the Grouch look like Mary Poppins.” He snorts in laughter, with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
I giggle uncontrollably at his comment because I know I am moody, but I will be damned if I ever admit that to Jasper.
“Surrender.”
“Never. Face facts you and Oscar are a perfect grouchy pair.” He is thoroughly enjoying his taunting, a big smile lighting up his self-righteous face.
That’s it, no more Mr. Nice Guy!
I make a mad dash towards him, as we are on opposite ends of the table. He darts out of the way, but I pick up a saline bottle which somehow explodes on impact when it hits him square in the jaw. Score!
This is my opportunity to entrap him. He is momentarily distracted and I race towards him, attempting to pull him into a tackle. I didn’t however take into consideration the spilled saline and slip colliding into him, taking us both to the floor. Jasper breaks our tumble by falling onto his back with me lying on top of his chest.
Both our chests are rising with the adrenalin of our chase but as my mind comprehends the position we are in, I am breathing uneasy for another reason. His entire body is pressed against mine. He gazes at me with a half-smile, his dimples on show. I am so aware of how close we are and I can’t move.
My cheeks suddenly heat and my heart begins to beat madly as I am aware of what Jasper wants. I can feel the heat of his skin against mine and I gasp at the contact. His smile disappears and he looks at me with such intensity the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter uncontrollably. He reaches up to brush a runaway hair from my face, his fingers passing gently over my cheek while I involuntarily liquefy.
I stare into those cerulean depths and I feel it. That tickle you usually feel in your belly right before something big is about to happen.
“I surrender,” he whispers huskily, his fingers lingering on my cheek. Why do I feel there is a hidden message behind those two little words?
With his fierce jaw, piercing blue eyes and unruly bedroom hair he looks perfect.
But that’s not what knocks me flat. It’s that impassioned look of desire he is giving me and I know Jasper wants to kiss me. He is looking intently upon my mouth, like it is his sustenance.
I am torn. The sexual chemistry between us is palpable.
I shouldn’t want this for so many reasons, but why does it feel so right, so intrinsic? I feel like a liar after convincing myself I don’t want to explore anything more than friendship with Jasper. Because right now looking
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