Daria's yowl stopped Noah. He turned around, waved, and said, “Yeah, I know. Good thing Mr. Nitpicker wasn't here. He would have had his panties in a bunch.”
Daria mewed an answer, and Noah chuckled. “Though I would love to see his face.”
“That can be arranged,” I said.
With great displeasure, I realized Noah didn't jump. On the other hand, all color left his face.
For a moment we stood there, each of us silent, waiting for the other one to start talking. I crossed my arms above my chest, unnecessarily puffing myself up, and glared down at Noah.
He had to tilt his head back to get a good look at me. He wet his upper lip with the tip of his tongue in a nervous gesture. I couldn't ignore the longing desire unfurling in my gut. I had tried to squash this urge way too long already.
“How long are we going to do this? Not that I don't get you wanting to act all macho-like. You've at least got the body for it, but… could you step aside so I can go to the room and get comfortable? By the way, how long have you been back, did you say?”
He rambled. Babbled, even.
Allowing a small smirk to appear on my face, but not budging an inch when he came toward me and tried to walk past, I eventually answered, “I didn't want to be drenched and decided to wait until the rain eased off a bit. I came back inside after the first thunder.”
“Oh. Oh, you did? I didn't hear you.”
“Guess you were occupied, huh? Totally understandable, since you were so busy cuddling a grown snow leopard!” I shouted, finally giving way to my anger.