Desmonds Kitten
Kat felt the subtle vibration against her hip before she actually heard the tone alerting her to a text message. She slid her cell phone from her pocket and swiped at the touch screen to view the message. One message from Des, she poked the screen gingerly to open the text. “Be here in 15” She mentally calculated how much time it would take her to get from the campus library to his apartment, figuring it to be about 7 minutes. She tucked her phone back in her pocket, shoved her notebook into...