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Bare legs dangling over the edge of her bed, London stared down at her phone anxiously. Her heart was absolutely pounding within her chest, and every second that passed without an answer felt like an actual eternity.

What was that saying again...? A watched pot never boils? Maybe she just needed to put the phone down, try and focus on literally anything else...

Gently tossing her phone onto the bedside table, she fell back against the mattress with a low groan. Golden eyes lifted to stare at the ceiling, opting to try and stare holes into that instead of her phone screen.

But as she lay there, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the worried thoughts swirling about in her head. Had she said the wrong thing? Did he not actually want her?

... Wait.

Were those... footsteps?

The feline mutant immediately shot up to sitting, leaning forward in the direction of her closed door.

Listening with an intense focus, her breath caught in her throat when she recognized the foot falls. She had long since memorized the particular way he held himself, and as such, the exact way his footsteps sounded.

She should probably wait for him to knock, that's the proper, polite thing to do, right?

Running her tongue along her sharp canines, she gave an impatient shift, trying her best to just wait. But as the footsteps came to a stop, what little restraint she'd had, snapped.

She pushed herself up off of the bed, taking the few steps it took to reach the door before grabbing the doorknob and swiftly pulling it open.

Scott.

She had recognized his steps, but to actually see him standing there in front of her... Well, it just confirmed that everything they'd spoken of over text... Was real.

There was a soft exhale as she looked up at him, all of her doubts very quickly pushed aside in place of something else. Something overwhelming and consuming. Desire, yes, of course. But more importantly... Love.

And maybe she should have been a bit more concerned that she was standing in her doorway in just a tank top and underwear... But all she could think of now that he was there, was what he'd said. And how badly she needed to hear him speak it aloud.