Rylan's POV
After posting the tweet, I tossed my phone onto the far end of the couch, my fingers unconsciously stroking the fur of the Maine Coon in my lap.
A content purr rumbled in her throat, her small, warm body rising and falling with each breath.
The soft touch barely soothed the restless energy simmering inside me, but it wasn't nearly enough.
What I wanted to hold was never a cat.
Jeff pushed the door open, placed dinner on the coffee table, and raised an eyebrow at the sight of the cat.
"Since when do you have a cat?"
His tone was dripping with undisguised suspicion, laced with a hint of mockery.
I casually lifted the kitten by the scruff of her neck, meeting her round, amber eyes.
I could feel her submissive trembling under my fingertips, a fragile vitality that remin
