IGNAZIO.
My emotions were making a mockery of me.
There was a constant push and pull, a constant war, raging in my chest.
The pull always won when it came to the woman in my bed.
Sleep evaded me last night.
Not a wink of it could be found after she played with my fur under a full moon. She let her soft fingers bury into our pelt with care. And as I sat and watched her sleep, recounting the way she pet me, with the wisftulness and excitment of a school boy... I knew I was being delusional.
I also knew I was f****d.
Being pet by a human quarter your size shouldn’t feel as rewarding as it did.
Alas. The memory had been stored in a safe full of all the insignificant things Izabella did that constantly added more bars to solidify the cell she had confiscated my heart and locked i
