“You’re the love of my life, you know that, right?”
From Steele for Kitty? Ok, BYEEEEEEEE
Thin ears perk up before flattening against her skull in a softened display. He was always so . . . forward -- in this aspect, at least. Granted, men in the past had been similar to him, pushing forward and making grand displays of 'love' to get on her good side. But she never feels the need to question Steele or his genuineness. He's meant it. Every single time.
Because of this, a deep pink takes to her pale complexion almost immediately. Her eyes fell downcast to avoid his piercing gaze, though Kitty is well aware how firmly his eyes are focused on her. She busies herself by pretending to smooth down her skirt, brushing away wrinkles that never existed in the first place.
The mouse sways and knocks her small shoulder against his and then rests her cheek against his arm. ❛ You're a big, ol' flatterer, is what you are, darling, ❜ Kitty teases. Slowly, she peeks up at him and nibbles on her lip. He deserved a better response than that. But she also wasn't one to disclose her feelings so openly, not like this. He hadn't even seen the ugly parts of her, yet. . . Who's to say he would still feel that way for her when he saw all of that?
Kitty pushes her face back into his shoulder, hiding herself further from view. Steele has an innate talent for making her question her bravado.
Kitty's small hands wrap around his arm. She clears her throat and once more takes a small glance up to him.
❛ . . . Even when I make you wait, huh? ❜
