My Pretty Dirty Kitten
And then my phone buzzes.
I shove him back just enough to create space, my pulse still hammering.
“What the fuck,” I mutter to myself.
My hands shake as I bring my phone to view, Kev's name flashing across the screen. I tap it and my lips curve into a smile before I even read the full text.
Kev: I bet he's sucking up to you now, maybe even licking on your toes. Haha, be safe, love.
Oh Kev, if only you knew.