Page 46 of Paws & Order

The kiss deepens.

Slow.

Sweet.

Long overdue.

When we finally pull apart, I blink at him.

“Oh.”

One corner of his mouth lifts.

“Yeah.”

I laugh.

A little breathlessly.

“That was overdue.”

“Extremely.”

For the first time in days, everything feels simple.

Then Gomez launches himself onto the couch between us.

I yelp.

Cassian actually laughs.

The cat wedges himself directly into the middle of the sofa and begins kneading my leg with complete confidence.

“Traitor,” Cassian mutters.

I grin.

“He’s protecting my virtue.”

“Little late for that.”

Heat floods my cheeks.

Before I can think of a comeback, something clicks softly in the kitchen.

Both of us freeze.

The apartment falls silent.

I look toward the counter.

Cassian follows my gaze.

Nothing moves.

Nothing appears.

But the cabinet door that’s been sticking for six months swings smoothly open.