“He is a strong brave kitty who …. doesn’t have any bits, so sex means nothing to him,” she grinned. “And if you ask nicely he might show you.” Reaching over, she poked his belly. “I should think you had better eat a lot of meat, all that werewolf energy has to come from somewhere. We’ll have a fruit picnic — maybe fondue? There’s a fondue set at the cabin.”
“…This conversation is quickly becoming quite disturbing.” Isaac chuckled and he squirmed as her fingers ghosted across his ribs, biting down on his lips so that he didn’t dissolve into hysterical laughter. “Yeah? That sounds amazing – maybe we could have toasted marshmallows in front of the fireplace? There is a fireplace, right?”
“There’s a fire pit outside on the beach. The cabin has a tiny private bit of beach.” She shushed him when they pulled up at the fast food drive through, just asking him what he wanted. After they got their food, she handed him the bags. “Can you just hold mine until I get out on the highway? I don’t want to be distracted while we’re still in town.”