I walked home to go in and see Grayson curled up in a ball around the kitten.

"Grayson" I said and shoved his arm.

"What?"

"Why are you sleeping on the floor?"

I was pinned down in seconds.

"Because I've been waiting for my girlfriend to stop cheating on me with Kaylin." He laughed.

"What's the real reason?"

"He wouldn't stop crying so I just slept with him last night."

"Mama Grayson wanna help me with breakfast."

"Shut up and never call me that again, but if help you means that I get to hold you waist and give you a kiss on your neck, then I'd love to."

"Then nevermind."

I grabbed a can of cat food and gave it to the little kitten who just ate likes he's never eaten before.

"How was Kaylin?"

"Fine after the attack."

"Attack?"

"Yeah. The beast of the streets followed in your place to come get me. She didn't believe me that it was out there and when she opened the door it had a great attack. She was on the counter with a glare from him and then he got on the island with me and had a little kitten love thing and left."

"How do you know it was a he?"

"It was a male lion. Females don't have manes. Plus it was black as night."

"Oo. Can I go get it and keep it?"

"Hell no!"

"I'm kidding. It could be a shape shifter. Human all day, lion at night."

"What made you think of that?"

"No one ever sees it in the morning just it's kills of criminals that police officers have been unable to catch. At night people hear it's roars and growls, the screams of his victims."

I looked back at him and he was curled in a ball rocking himself.

"What's wrong? Grayson did it try to kill you?"

"Yeah let's go with that."

He walked in the direction of his room and I heard the door close.

I soon knocked on his door to him opening it trembling.

"Grayson!"

I grabbed his shoulder and put my hand in his cheek. His hand went to my hand on his cheek and his fingers slid themselves in between mine.

"Don't do bad. Don't steal, don't kill someone, don't threaten someone, just be the good you that I'm looking at now."

"Grayson you kn-"

"No promise me!"

"I promise."

"Good."

I was pulled into a strong hug that I felt was gonna break in.

"Grayson can you loosen up your grip a little."

He let go after I said that and held my shoulders.

"Are you okay?!"

"Yes."

We walked into the kitchen and had breakfast then sat in the living room. I was leaning against his side with his arm around me while the kitten just laid in between his legs sleeping.

"Is he warm?"

"Who are you asking?"

"You stupid," I playfully punched his arm.

"He is. And he's purring too so it just is really comfortable. This must be how a pride feels."

"What's the reason for that?"

"You got the lioness and the cub then the king."

"Okay." I said with a sarcastic tone earning myself a flick in the back of the head.

When I woke up I was face to face with the "cub". I sat up and looked around for Grayson. I looked at what was on TV seeing the news and a criminal.

"Grayson?" I picked up the kitten and slid my index finger over his small head. "He must be sleeping."

He cried a little meow to the answer as if putting his own answer in.

I placed him on my bed as I crawled in too. He curled up on my hip and fell fast asleep as I did the same.

I woke up to the sound of the door closing and I opened an eye. I heard the shower start and got up making the kitten take my spot.

I opened my door slightly to see black boots sitting outside the closed door. I could hear the water falling in clumps and smacking against the shower floor.

I wanted to wait at my door like he always waits for me but I wasn't like him. He was sly, clever, a bastard, a total bad boy, a leader . . .

I closed my door and sat against it. The water stopped and soon the faucet and then the sound of him brushing his teeth.

"Shit! Go away!" He yelled at something but I didn't know what.

"Meow."

"Shh."

I lifted the kitten into my arms and petted him.

I heard the door open and the sound of his wet feet hitting the floor.

"Meow."

"Shh kitty." I whispered and stood up to put him down.

I went back to bed with him laying in front of me and wondering about Grayson.