I'm Not a Catnip Kind of Girl

Chapter 4

I can honestly say this week with Matthew has been the best week of my life. Hands down, there is no comparison. Living in the same place for long periods of time is not a luxury I've had as a cat girl. Neither is living with someone who loves me for me. This week, I got to do both.

So, I wasn't really expecting what comes next.

"I need to go back to Canada."

"What?" I turn to look at Matthew in disbelief. "You mean you don't really live here?"

"No, I'm just here visiting Alfred," he explains in his soft voice. "But now I need to go back home."

"B-but...but...what about us? What happens to us?" I ask starting to panic. He can't leave me here, can he?

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk about, (y/n)." Matthew begins to fidget. Whatever he's going to say is making him nervous. "I want you to come with me."

"You want me to go with you?" I ask. The idea isn't fully registering in my mind.

"Yes," he says and begins to blush. "I want you to come live with me. In Canada."

I finally begin to realize what's happening. I've hardly ever had someone invite me to live with them, and they've never invited me to go with them when they leave. I've always been left behind, until now.

Matthew must have taken my silence to mean indecision because he continues on to say, "Uh, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

"No!" I shout, which surprises him. "I want to go with you. I really do."

This causes Matthew to break into a big smile. The kind that makes my heart melt. He closes the gap between us, and kisses me. The kiss begins slow, and grows more heated as it goes on. We break for air only when we need to, and move as close as possible to each other. He wraps his arms around me tightly, and one of his hands slides up my back. The other moves further down ever so slightly. I growl against his lips, and he gives my lower lip a nibble. Then he pushes me against the wall, which makes me to gasp in surprise. Matthew takes advantage of that, and his tongue slips past my lips. This time there's no exploring, just a fight for dominance. What happened to the shy, quiet Matthew I had grown to love? We break apart to regain our breaths.

"When do we leave?" I ask once I can breathe normally.

"Tomorrow," he says. "That's when my flight leaves."

I freeze at the sound of that word. "Flight?" I ask nervously.

"Yeah, I'm flying. Is that a problem?" He looks at me concerned.

"Nope. Not at all."

I must have sounded convincing because he doesn't ask anymore questions after that. The thing is, I'm not a big fan of flying. I have these weird things about being in the air and large bodies of water. It's probably from the whole being a cat girl thing. All I know is that tomorrow is not going to be fun.

I was right.

We decide that it's best for me to fly as a cat, and not a human. I don't have any paperwork or identification since I'm not a normal person. Getting animal registration papers is easier than trying to forge personal information. So that is how I end up going to the airport in a pet carrier. I don't mind closed spaces, but the constant bouncing around is pretty annoying.

Check in must have gone smoothly because the next thing I know Alfred is peeking into my carrier.

"Looks like this is goodbye (y/n)," he says with a sad smile. "Come back to visit with Matthew, okay?"