*Elio*

“What’s wrong?”

Even with her voice riddled with nervousness, she still somehow managed to sound like a boss being told his workers fucked up. I couldn’t help the pull of my lips at the image of her in a suit, dwarfed by a huge black swivel chair, trying to be serious all while looking more adorable than a kitten.

“Elio?” Cat asked, worry bleeding into her tone.

I coughed into my hand, throwing away the brief fantasy as I ...