C163 Your kitty Privileges

Xavier's hand, a silent demand in the predawn haze, brushed against Cathleen's arm. She jolted awake, her pulse quickening beneath her skin as she met his gaze. The corners of his lips twitched upward, a stark contrast to the hard lines etching his face.

"Good morning, babe," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and something darker, more caustic.

"Morning." His tone was flat