Casey closed her apartment door behind her and leaned against it heavily. She closed her eyes. “What an incredible night.” She murmured to herself. She could still feel Andrew’s warmth against her skin, taste him on her lips. She sighed and opened her eyes.
Pushing away from the door she walked farther into the room. What had she been thinking teasing him like that? It was totally out of character and bound to get her a lot more than she expected. The thought sent shivers down her spine.
She turned on the overhead light.
Her living room looked like a rummage sale. Clothing hung from the table lamps. Pieces resembling confetti, of what used to be her underwear, were strewn across the carpet. There was even a bra tangled in the feet of her grandmother’s favourite rocking chair. And in the middle of all the chaos lay a large orange cat, his golden eyes watching her spitefully as she gazed around her in growing exasperation.
“Tigger!” As she stomped angrily towards the quickly disappearing animal she sighed, what a way to end an otherwise perfect evening.
But, even this latest show of her pet’s defiance couldn’t completely remove the smile from her face.