"All right. I'll trust Maurice's taste, but only because he is an excellent cat." Liam had already decided that he had to do some shopping to make sure Maurice had what he needed. Litterbox and food bowls and a scratching post and a cat tree and bed and toys. He would spoil his new stray cat son and his utter lack of braincells.
He leaned back into the bench, letting silence fall between them for a few minutes. He couldn't shake the feeling that Riley saw him in a way no one had in a very long time. It was intoxicating and terrifying in equal parts.
"I can still feel your lips on mine..." he broke the silence with the downright wistful statement.
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Date: 2025-06-01 02:39 am (UTC)He leaned back into the bench, letting silence fall between them for a few minutes. He couldn't shake the feeling that Riley saw him in a way no one had in a very long time. It was intoxicating and terrifying in equal parts.
"I can still feel your lips on mine..." he broke the silence with the downright wistful statement.