The Sight (bxb)

Chapter 65 - Sleepover

"I second that." Apparently, everyone woke up at once.

And not only them. Their voices attracted another resident of the house, who was prevented by the door from joining them. So she decided to scratch at it.

"That's Marshmallow," Ryan muttered, but it didn't look like he was going to stand up to solve her problem.

"No shit, Sherlock." Michael's voice sounded as tired as his, but there was a hint of annoyance in it. Who knew how many times he must have heard Marshmallow clamouring for attention? Evan couldn't imagine suddenly hearing something scratching at his door, especially if it was at night. Maybe he was a werewolf, but he certainly wouldn't want to measure his strength against a demon.

"We should let her in," Ryan declared after a sad meow came from behind the door. He still didn't stand up, though, as if he was waiting for someone to volunteer to do it for him.

"Go for it." Evan dropped his hands from him automatically, so there was nothing stopping him from finally going to rescue his beloved white ball of fur from her misery.

The moment the door opened, Marshmallow had a clear target in her little brain. She jumped onto the bed right next to Evan, and before he could protest, she rolled onto her side next to him, partially leaning against Evan. She was his little spoon.

Of course, to Ryan, it was a dream sight.

"I think I might die," He declared. If he was a cartoon character, he would have had hearts in his eyes by now.

"Since when do you even have a cat? Did you bring her from Manvale?" Angie, even as she was recovering from her hangover, couldn't suppress her curiosity. She always had to know everything. Maybe that's why she was always able to make a plan and stick to it, even with alcohol in her blood.

"He brought her home like he was a little kid," Michael immediately snitched before Ryan could even take a breath to answer. "He literally walked up to my mom and asked her if he could keep her if he was going to take care of her."

Evan immediately started snickering. He could exactly picture it.

"No one can resist the cuteness of Marshmallow." Ryan's statement was directed at Evan, who hadn't moved since the cat had leaned against him. Ryan obviously read more into it, as a smile played on his face, which grew even bigger as he lay back down in his bed. This time, however, a white pile of fur separated him and Evan.

"I really want to pet her, but not until tomorrow. I don't think I'm getting out of bed today." Angie huffed heavily at the end of her sentence to back up her words. Evan didn't even have to see her to know she was serious. Plus, he had no doubt she'd have a few blisters on her feet that would keep her from walking from those heels she was wearing earlier.

"As long as you don't throw up on my bed." Michael seemed resigned to that and surprisingly didn't sound bothered by having to share space. Especially when they didn't have as much space on it as Evan and Ryan, who had no problem getting as close to each other as possible.

"Until then, I'll pet her for you," the owner of said cat promised, immediately sinking his hand into the white fur on her back. Marshmallow apparently more than liked that, as after a few scratches, she rolled onto her back so he could reach her belly. And of course, he cooperated. It didn't take long for the sounds of purring to pierce the silence of the room.

This was immediately followed by Angie's sudden chuckle.

"What?" Michael asked when she didn't explain her sudden amusement.

"I was just thinking that's exactly the kind of noises Evan would be making if we weren't here," she replied in an amused tone.

Evan couldn't deny her words, as he had been thinking something similar only seconds ago, and his blushing cheeks betrayed his thoughts.

Of course, it didn't take long for everyone to notice his embarrassment, and while Angie and Michael were having a good time at his expense, Ryan's gaze betrayed that he was in a similar place to Evan. They had never been in the same bed before, so they had no idea what it would feel like, and now that they were, they were glad they weren't alone. Avoiding the kiss was one thing, but avoiding sinful thoughts when the source of their temptation lay right next to them was more challenging.

"I'm beginning to think that sharing a room wasn't the best idea," Michael assessed after a moment.

"And imagine what it'll be like when they start their bond," Angie joined right in.

"Can you stop talking about us right in front of us? If you want free porn, use the internet," Evan grunted. This whole conversation had him thinking about their bond and when he would be ready to start it. The more they delayed it, the more he had no doubt that it would be the most intense thing he'd ever felt. It was enough that he knew what it felt like to have Ryan just looking at him. The idea of him kissing him...

"Awww, don't be embarrassed." Angie made nothing of his words.

"How much can we embarrass her when she finds her mate?" Ryan's question was directed at Evan, bringing a mischievous grin to his face.

"No ganging up on me," she immediately protested, but it was useless. Evan had been planning for a long time how he was going to get back at her for everything she'd teased him with. Now all he could do was hope that her mate would be happy to listen.

"Can I join?" Michael's question was followed by his groan as Angie elbowed him.

"You're supposed to be on my side," she reminded him.

"I promised something like that?" He put on a puzzled tone as if hearing something like that for the first time. And he probably was, since Michael and serious conversation didn't go together. Plus, he'd spent more time with Evan than he had with Angie, and Evan doubted that the two of them had any communication other than in person.

"He's always on my side. Sorry not sorry," Ryan interjected, continuing to stroke the white cat. Evan also eventually dared to put his hand on her soft fur, but only because his hand was brushing against Ryan's every now and then.

"We should take a picture," Ryan suddenly suggested. His idea was surprising, especially since they all looked like they'd been up late, and even the few glasses of champagne had taken their toll.

"Now?"

"Why not? We can then compare this photo a year from now on the next New Year's Day." Evan wasn't thinking that far into the future, but Ryan was obviously thinking differently and had no doubt about their future together.

"Should we take a picture with the bucket too?" Angie suggested ironically, but in the end, the bucket did end up in the photo with them. And that wasn't the only photo they took. After all four of them were satisfied with the group photo and Michael and Angie had gone downstairs to find something to eat, Ryan opened the camera on his phone again.

"I want a picture with you if that's okay," he said with an almost shy smile, waiting for Evan's response. And needless to say, Evan couldn't say no to him.

Ryan snapped a few selfies, and then something unexpected happened. Marshmallow, who had gone somewhere in the house for a while, came back and lay down between them again. Again, she lay down exactly between them, though they lay closer, and rolled onto her back just as they were lying. Ryan immediately took advantage of this and snapped another picture.

"I think we have a winner," he declared, and Evan couldn't help but agree. He would never have thought he could look so natural in a photo with his mate and cat, but it was there in black and white (actually in colour, but it sounded better that way).

"Can I?" Evan had no idea what he was asking as he was lost in thought again, but when he lifted his head and looked at what Ryan was showing him on his phone, he immediately understood his question.

"Why not," he replied, and that sealed it. Ryan had a new wallpaper on his phone.