When Jack and I duked it out over who got to pet her, rock-paper-scissors decided. I usually won, leaving Jack to the glamorous job of changing kitty litter.
Naturally, Lady grew more attached to me.
She'd bring flowers from the garden or share her toys, making us the best of buddies.
Three days after Lady's return, I went all out and got a bunch of cat toys.
When I got back, I found Jack shirtless, cleaning up a vase Lady had knocked over.
His muscles caught my eye, and I had to swallow hard.
Definitely just back from the gym—that was just plain cheating!
As we locked eyes, I quickly grabbed a trash bin to look busy.
"I'll clean this up, you go shower," I muttered, feeling my cheeks blaze.
Walking around shirtless, was he trying to get me to sin?
Jack nodded and headed off, reminding me to be careful with the glass.
I pretended to focus on cleaning, but as soon as he turned away, my gaze wandered back to his toned shoulders and slim waist.
Man, that waist is a crime scene—wonder who's the lucky gal!
"Meow~"
Lady's call snapped me back to the present, and I quickly tidied up the mess.
Exhausted, I stretched out on the couch, only for Lady to leap up beside me.
I was really too beat to play.