AN: Apologies for updating late, again. I hope you enjoy this chapter and i'd love to hear your thoughts on it! I'll try to update at a better time next time.
"Have I missed anything?" Paul queries with a questioning look on his face and I shake my head.
We bid our goodbyes to my aunt and then leave with the cat food in hand, and a thing of cat litter that she generously gave us and then we piled into Paul's car and he drove back to his place in the hazy night air that shows rain might be coming soon.
"Ah, crap!" Paul exclaims as we open the doors to his car and the hard rain that is far from from a drizzle but instead pours down on us.
"Shit, my clothes!" I swear while trying to shield the kitten and Paul grabs the two bags for the pet and we race up to the steps of his place and he fumbles to grab his keys while the rain has already soaked through my dress to my skin.
We finally enter his warm apartment after he opened the door and I let down the damp kitty who scurries off to get dry and Paul sets the bags on a trunk by the door and we remove our wet shoes.
"Ah, I'm now all damn wet."
"No need to curse, Paul." I tell him and he laughs. I've never liked how my dad swore while I grew up, but I guess I haven't strayed from it all that much.
"Oh, and look who's talking." he comments and I shake my head and his smirk fades. He raises his hand to my cheek to move the wet hair off of it.
"I bet my makeup is gone by now." I remark and he smiles for a second while his sharp eyes bore into mine and I move his wet hair off his forehead. We're both drenched alright.
"That's alright, because you still look beautiful."
I smile at him and he moves my wet hair to behind my shoulder and then my hand goes to his cheek and we meet in the middle in a passionate kiss. Our arms go around the other and I feel his hands firm on my back through my wet dress while his soft lips are pressed against mine. He pulls away and I take in a deep breath while my hands sit on his warm neck above the collar to his jacket and I focus back on his eyes that fill my cold body with warmth.
"Lets get you out of those soaking wet clothes. The bathroom is upstairs and the first door on the right. I'll bring you something of mine to wear that's dry and that will warm you up, yeah?" he suggests in a soft voice and I briefly nod my head as I investigate his syrupy irises.
We let go of each other and I toss my wet mane over my shoulder as I walk up the wooden stairs that are cold on my bare feet and I find the bathroom almost at the top of the steps at the beginning of the fairly short hallway. I slip out of the wet gown and I strip off my soaked bra and then I hear a knock on the locked door.
"I have a shirt and pajama pants here for you, love. I'm afraid they might be baggy on you since they're my size, but they're dry and warm. I'm just going to leave them outside of the door here and I'll wait for you downstairs." Paul's voice comes across from the other side while I hold the dress to my naked chest.
"Okay, and I'm sure they'll be fine. Thanks, Paul."
"Anytime, darling." he responds before his footsteps start and then fade away.
I open the door and kneel down to grab the small pile of clothes that I quickly grab and then change into behind the locked door. After fastening the third to last button of the black shirt I turn to face the small mirror above the white sink and I smile at my odd appearance. My eyes run over my wet as well as tousled hair and I remember a hair tie being on my wrist and I bring it up into a short ponytail. I them examine the black button down and I roll up the sleeves a few times so they're not swallowing my hands like Paul's clothes seem to do to me. I then glance down to the gray cotton pants that are long on me so I had to roll up the waist a few times, but they're fuzzy on the inside. This outfit is much better than having to suffer in my cold clothes. I exhale and catch the light switch to send the illuminated room into darkness once again and I travel downstairs to find Paul in his kitchen leaning against the edge of the table while speaking to the kitten who he holds.
"I wonder what Jaims and I are going to call you. You have to have a name. How about 'Stripes' since you're striped? Yeah that's awfully uncreative, isn't it?" he runs a one-sided conversation with the young cat who can't speak human words. I smile as I stand to the side of the doorway watching from a distance as my eyes see Paul to be wearing a white t shirt and sweatpants that look a lot like the pair of his I'm wearing. How cozy.
I enter the kitchen and Paul raises his glowing eyes from the cat to me and he grins, "Ah, those seem to fit pretty good. Do they feel alright and everything on you?" he asks.
"Yeah, they're really soft and warm. Thanks for letting me wear them again."
"Of course, darling. I wasn't going to let you stay in they dress that was soaking wet for the rest of the night." he responds and I shoot him a grateful smile and I approach him and the kitten who he holds to his chest as the kittie licks his paw.
"So, what name do you reckon we should give the little fella?"
"You found him, so it's your choice. I'll be happy with whatever you pick." Paul insists while we share eye contact.
"I like the name Corey." I announce and I see him make that 'not bad' look he does with his mouth that I've witnessed a couple of times lately. I consider it to be cute, like anything else he does.
"You know what? I like it too. Corey the cat." he comments and I grin as my eyes sit on the cat who we both pet and who appears to be liking Paul who holds him gently.
"I was thinking that I could just take a cardboard box and fill it with a few old blankets for him to sleep in tonight. That should be cozy enough for the little guy." Paul brings up.
"That's a great idea." I add on and then I think of what he just had to said. Does that mean I'm staying over too?
"I'm going to go do that since he's looking to be tired, so here you are." he hands him to me and then leaves the kitchen to open the closet a few feet from the front door where it seems all kinds of things are.
"Hi, Corey." I greet the kitty who yawns and shows me his sharp teeth and he nuzzles his head against my chest and then closes his eyes. How adorable.
After a few minutes Paul calls to me, "I got it set up, love." he tells me and I bring in the pet who I set in the middle of box that Paul folded up blankets to set in. I grin at the sight of him sleeping soundly and we walk away from the box Paul had set next to one of the couches.
"You know, I did have some things planned for tonight, but now that we're all cozy maybe we should just scrap 'em. We could always save them for another time." he takes my hand and pulls me over to the couch sitting by the door and he swings an around me after we sit down by each other.
"If that's what you want. I'll be fine with anything."
"I figured." he responds with a soft smile and he kisses my forehead and I look to the large clock sitting on the wall that reads six-forty and I rest my head on his comfortable shoulder. Somehow I'm already getting tired and it's not even seven o'clock.
Oh boy.