Must Love Cats

Dale Thomason isn't much of a cat person. In fact, he doesn't particularly care for animals of any kind. Or people either, for that matter. A food critic for the local press, he dines out on the company tab without the hassle of going on a date. His sex life is non-existent, particularly when compared to that of his bisexual BFF, Jill. When a stray orange tomcat brazenly follows Dale home one night, he calls Jill to come rid his apartment of the feline terror. But he can't seem to keep the cat out of his home, and the next time it comes inside, Jill isn't there to rescue him, so he lets it stay. That night Dale has the sexiest, most vivid dream starring the hot new redhead who just moved into the apartment across from his. In the morning, the cat has mysteriously vanished and Dale is left reeling from the wet dream. Did he imagine the whole thing? Or does his new neighbor harbor a furry secret?

J.M. Snyder · LGBT+

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Chapter 18

Dale met Scott’s gaze and realized it didn’t matter to him if the man turned into a cat during the new moon, or a dog, or a spider, or a caped superhero, or whatever. He’d fallen for Scott the moment he saw the man. Waking up to find Scott in his bed only strengthened his feelings, cat or not.

“I like you,” he admitted. At Scott’s smile, Dale turned his palm over and clasped Scott’s hand in his. “Is it too early to go back to bed?”

Scott winked. “Cats spend most of their time napping.”

Squeezing Scott’s hand in his, Dale murmured, “I wasn’t exactly thinking about going to sleep, if you know what I mean.”

The gleam in Scott’s golden eyes assured Dale that sleep was the farthest thing from his mind.

* * * *

A little after eight that evening, Jill stopped by. She’d just come home from work, and presented Dale with a bottle of wine when he opened the door. He took one look at the offering and shook his head. “Oh, no. Not again. You’re turning me into an alcoholic.”

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