Chapter FiveKeaton
As I enter my apartment ahead of Slate, my head is buzzing with alcohol, questions, and a heaping dose of holy s**t.
What was that kiss? Besides amazing, a little voice inside my head whispers. That was definitely not a gesture between friends.
It was sweet, hot, and so natural. But also totally unexpected. In all the years I’ve been friends with Slate, our relationship has always been strictly platonic.
I wish I could read the look on his face right now. He shrugs off his jacket, and I’m about to open my mouth to break this unbearable silence when a loud meowing begins. The patter of small paws on the wooden floor of my front hall draws our attention to Penny, ambling toward us with demands for attention.
“Hello, sweetness,” Slate says, his voice warm, and Penny pu
