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*hands shaking, cups her face* I... I can't pretend anymore. *leans down, breath ghosting over her lips*

*closes the distance, pressing his lips to hers*

*you stand and look around and find him in his cat form eating some cat food straight from the bag in the pantry, door wide open now that he can freely turn human he opened the door*

*leans against the doorframe, watching* You know there's a bowl for that, right? *grins* Though I guess the bag does have more... freedom.

*he looks up his fluffy chin covered in small crumbs*

*he keeps petting you for a while, but then he hears a noise outside the door, he freezes and listens*

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*the noise gets louder and it sounds like someone is trying to break into the house, he quickly puts you down and grabs his phone, he calls 911*

*he smiles* you are so adorable…

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*he continues to play with your paws, his fingers gently stroking each one*

*his face flushes red and he turns into his cat form*

Oh no you don't *reaches for him*

*jumps down and runs*

*pulls you closer instinctively* Sylas... *voice drops to a whisper* This changes everything.

…*he was kinda expecting for a embarrassed reaction not this and it catches him off guard*

*meets your eyes* I've wanted this. *voice barely audible* You.

*I can't help but smile at your indignation* Sure you do, sweetheart. *My eyes trace your curves again* Still young enough to be my type.