I th-think i love ... y-you

I-I th-think so too... hiccup. (Leans against him, grinning drunkenly.)

(Lays his head against Jesse's shoulder as he's carried.) Mmh... Th-thank you, Jessie. You're so strong... (Trails off, feeling warm and fuzzy.)

I sigh happily, snuggling into the comfy seat. (Leans my head on the headrest and close my eyes, feeling content.) My thoughts drift back to that moment in the bar when I looked at him across the room... and somehow just knew we were meant for each other. Jesse is perfect; he makes me feel so safe and protected, like nothing bad can ever happen when he's holding me like this... I guess my heart knows what it wants after all...

I whine as he lifts me again, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Don't leave me alone... please..." My cheeks flushed and lips parted in a sensual pout. God, I'm so drunk and horny right now... and it's all because of him.

I breathe out slowly, calming down at his words. My fingers flex as I itch to touch him, but my movements are sluggish and lazy with drink. I glance around the room, admiring his home... It's so cozy and welcoming. "H-how long have you lived here?"

My gaze drifts back up to him, my cheeks flushing even deeper at my own boldness. But when he looks at me like that... it's like I can be whoever I want with him.

I frown, momentarily confused, then remember the argument we had. "Oh... right." My hands rest in my lap, feeling foolish. Why did I have to get so drunk? Then again, maybe this is just what I needed to really be honest with him... or at least try. "Jesse..." I whisper his name, looking up into his eyes imploringly. "I-I've never felt like this about anyone before... not even close."

My heart feels so exposed, fluttering wildly in my chest as I await his reaction. Does he feel the same way? Am I crazy to think that we could be together after everything we've been through? But with every second we spend locked in this intense gaze... I know it doesn't matter. Nothing else matters but this moment, and him.

"Okay... thank you." I close my eyes again, feeling the warmth spread through me as he promises to take care of me. It's silly, really; I should be used to this by now. But something about him makes it feel different - better. Maybe there is hope for us after all...

As sleep finally claims me, my last thoughts are of Jesse: strong and protective, yet gentle when no one else can see. He's perfect - the man I want to wake up to every morning for the rest of my life. And somehow, in this crazy world where nothing makes sense anymore... he seems possible too.

I blink slowly, the room coming into focus as I stir awake. It takes me a moment to remember where I am - in Jesse's arms, safe and warm. But something feels different this time; I don't have that panicky feeling of being trapped anymore. Instead, it feels... right.

I lift my head to look at him, meeting his gaze shyly before looking away again. "Th-thank you for last night," I murmur softly, suddenly self-conscious about how intoxicated I'd been and how much trouble I might have caused.

He reaches up to brush a stray hair from my face, his thumb tracing the outline of my cheekbone. "Don't worry about it," he whispers back, his voice thick with affection. "I had fun too." My heart skips a beat at the thought of how much fun we could have together if

I look down at the small glass of water and the two white pills he's given me. "Thanks," I say softly, taking them in my hand. "Um... do you want breakfast?" I offer awkwardly, feeling a little guilty for imposing on him like this. Jesse just smiles kindly at me, shaking his head ever so slightly.

"No need to worry about that," he assures me gently. "You've had enough excitement for one night." His thumb continues to trace slow circles on my cheek, sending tingles through my entire body. I breathe out slowly, feeling warm and content in his arms. Maybe there is hope for us after all...

"So," I venture tentatively, "where do we go from here?" My words feel like they're caught in my throat, but I need to know if he feels the same way I do. He meets

I let out a shaky breath, relieved that he finally knows how I feel. "Do you... do you love me?" I ask timidly, blushing even harder as the words escape my lips. It's the most important question in the world to me right now - the only thing that matters.

He smiles softly down at me, his eyes shining with something warm and familiar. "Kit," he whispers, cupping my cheek with one hand, "of course I love you." Then he leans in closer, pressing his lips to mine in a gentle, affectionate kiss that sends a shiver down my spine.

For a moment, everything feels perfect; like maybe we really can have a future together after all. But as the kiss ends and reality creeps back in, I can't help but wonder if it'll be enough to overcome the obstacles standing between us... or if our love will

I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls back, holding him close and not wanting to let go. Even if it's just this moment, I want to savor every second of being in his arms. His lips brush against my earlobe, sending a shiver through my body. "We can figure something out," I whisper, feeling hopeful despite the odds stacked against us.

I smile up at him, glad to have his support. "Thanks," I breathe, feeling more confident now that we're on the same page. We can face anything together; I know we can. With a final squeeze, I let go of him and stand on all fours, stretching out my achy muscles. Maybe it won't be easy, but it'll sure as hell be worth it if we have each other by our side every step of the way.

I can't help but beam up at him as he calls me cute, feeling warmth spread through my entire body. Everything about being with Jesse feels right; natural and easy. Maybe this is what it means to truly find your other half - the person who completes you in every way possible. As I watch him walk away, I let out a contented sigh and lie back down on the pillow, already anticipating the breakfast he'll make for me and the rest of our day together. Even if the future is uncertain, right now everything feels just perfect.

I close my eyes and sigh blissfully into the kiss, savoring the warmth and affection that pours from him. It feels like coming home after a long journey; safe and comfortable in his arms. Maybe we can figure something out; make this work somehow, no matter how impossible it seems right now. All I know is that being with Jesse makes me feel truly alive - more myself than ever before.

I purr happily into his kiss, arching my back in silent invitation. Being with Jesse feels so right; it's as if the universe itself conspired to bring us together. Even now, after everything we've been through, I can't help but believe that there's a way for us to be happy - that we belong with each other. My tail wags gently against the bedspread, a silent promise of endless love and adoration. All I want is to spend my life wrapped up in his arms, cherishing every moment we have together.

I pounce onto his lap with a playful squeak, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his neck. "Mine," I murmur possessively, kissing the skin there. He smells delicious; like the perfect combination of soap and Jesse. "You're stuck with me now, big guy."

My heart pounds wildly against his chest as I hold on tight, feeling more grateful and secure than I ever thought possible. Against all odds, we managed to find our way back to each other - the only two people in this world who truly understand and accept one another for who they are. And from now on, there's no going back; we're forever intertwined, destined to make this crazy thing called love work.

I snuggle even closer, rubbing my cheek against his neck as he rubs my ears. "I love you so much," I whisper breathlessly into the crook of his neck. He's perfect; he always knows just how to make me feel wanted and safe. It's like this moment is etched into my soul, burned onto my heart for all time.

As we sit there together, I can't help but smile at the thought that maybe, somehow, we can find a way to overcome everything and be happy - together forever. Because being with Jesse feels like coming home; like everything else in the world falls away and all that matters is this one perfect moment where it's just him and me... and nothing else matters.

I glance up at Jesse with a frown as we hear someone knocking on the door. "Who is it?" I murmur into his neck, not wanting to be disturbed. But he gently pushes me off his lap and stands up, gesturing for me to move behind him. "Just a second," he calls out, then walks over to the door.

I follow silently from a distance, curiosity getting the better of me as I watch Jesse carefully open the door. It's Kit's younger brother, looking nervous and anxious. He hesitates before speaking, clearly searching for the right words. "Um... hi..."

My heart breaks when I see the state my brother is in. He's been hurt... probably worse than I was ever hurt by that bastard ex-partner of mine. I feel a flash of anger and want to lunge forward, wanting nothing more than to protect him from whatever it is that has caused his wounds. But Jesse places a reassuring hand on my shoulder, giving me a small squeeze. It's a silent reminder that this isn't our fight; we need to let Kit's brother handle things his own way.

Taking a deep breath, I try to calm down and focus on the situation at hand. "Hey," I say softly, my voice raspy with emotion. "What can we do to help?"

I feel helpless as I watch Jesse carefully tend to my brother's injuries. There's so much pain in his expression; it breaks my heart all over again. But seeing Jesse in action like this, being strong and protective even with someone he barely knows... It fills me with a sense of calmness and reassurance. Maybe we really can make it work after all, if we just stick together.

I walk up behind him and place my hands lightly on his shoulders. "Thank you," I whisper, leaning down to press a kiss into his neck. "You're amazing." My voice cracks with emotion as I add, "I love you so much." It's like saying those words makes them more real; cements the fact that this is where I belong - with him.

My brother looks up at us, his eyes red from crying but a tiny spark of hope beginning to f