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There were very few times in my life where I have ever woken up exhausted. I am usually a good sleeper. The only time I wake up exhausted from seemingly the sleep itself was if I had a nightmare. And if I did have one, I always remember them. For some odd reason, I couldn't remember. I felt tired, but oddly satisfied. Sitting up in bed, scratched at my tan chest fur.

Then froze.

Where is my shirt?

I never slept like that. Ever since the last time I encountered my father I never slept with a naked chest. I could feel the air chill the bald spot that was the scar on my back, further compounding my concern. I shuddered and looked around confused, my eyes landing on a figure in bed beside him.

A tigress. Her hair was died dark gray, with thin white lines. Her hair was died pure white, and was short and choppy. She was lying face-down beside me, the blanket revealing her bare back as she softly drooled onto my pillow deep in sleep.

My heart began to race. Oh fuck. I looked around the floor and found a pair of sweat pants. Oh fuck this is not good. I quietly slipped out of bed as to not disturb her and slipped into the sweats before sneaking out of the room. This is not good at all...

I snuck into the bathroom and ran the taps, splashing the water into my face. I stared into the mirror. The reflection of my own face was hardly comforting. A German Shepard with a black muzzle and mask, with his left ear folded forwards over itself and green eyes. I looked a bit like my father. I frowned at the thought. Now my face looked even more like him. I closed my eyes and turned away, walking into the kitchen and opened the cupboard door, searching for the coffee. It was eventually found beside the coffee maker. Right. Where Cassandra left it last night.

"Fuck..." I dumped out the remnants of last night's brew and poured in the new grinds. I pressed the button and leant against the fridge, closing my eyes and thumping the back of my head against it. "...stupid stupid stupid!" The pleasant aroma of coffee began to waft past my nose. I never really liked the taste, but the smell was heavenly to my nose. Cassandra liked coffee. Cassandra... "You fucking dumbass..." I whispered to himself as I put my hand on my forehead.

"Hm?"

My heart skipped a beat and my eyes snapped open to see the source of the voice. Cassandra peeked her head around the corner, wearing my green hoodie zipped up to her neck. She had also found a pair of my plaid blue pajama pants. I almost regretted missing seeing her body as he undoubtedly walked around trying to find stuff to wear. Almost.

"Oh... nothing..." I replied, looking around. I needed an excuse. I found it in the bag of coffee. "I just forgot to put that away last night. It'll be stale." Cassandra smirked. How the hell did she wake up so fast?

"Oh it'll be fine."

"Really? I thought that with all the coffee you drink you'd be much more of a..." I pondered the right word. "...snob? A coffee snob? Is that even a real thing?" She giggled.

"On Furblr, maybe." She walked over and lean over the pot, inhaling the aroma coffee. "But after a long night, any coffee is good coffee." She flicked her tail at me. I didn't feel aroused in the slightest. I was too busy mulling over what was possibly the biggest mistake have ever made. Short of opening the door in Jerry's apartment that night. She sensed it my uneasiness. "What's up?"

"Nothing." She looked right into my eyes. I averted my gaze.

"Bullshit." She skewed her face. "You are a terrible liar."

"Really? I did pretty well before this."

"What has gotten into you?" She crossed her arms. "Do all you boys seriously think you can hide when you're unsatisfied?"

Unsatisfied? I shook the lustful images of last night from my mind.

"What? No! Not unsatisfied! Just... unsure? Confused?"

"About what? We had fun, what's there to be confused about?" I could tell she was annoyed, but she tried her best to hide it. Before I could answer, she figured it out. "You regret it." I paused and choose my words carefully, mulling them over in my head.

"Kind of."

"Bullshit." Now she made no attempt to hide it. "You regretted every moment of it. Now that you got me roped into this mess you realize that maybe a pity-fuck wasn't the best idea. Now don't you?"

"Pity fuck?" My eyes narrowed as anger began to build. "No, I don't want your fucking pity. You asked to hear that shit, remember?" I crossed my arms, realizing that I was still shirtless. Fuck. That would make my argument less convincing. "Last night was fucking amazing. But this changes things..." I closed my eyes. "Well you're half-right. Now you are roped into this mess that is my life. I don't regret the sex. I regret the strings attached." Cassandra huffed in frustration.

"What? How can you... I don't even..." She scowled and dug her hands into her white hair. "So you just wanted a fuck-buddy with no strings attached!"

"I wanted it?" I growled. "You kissed me first! You're the one with a scar fetish! And you're the one who wanted the sex you fucking-"

I stopped short. She gave me a glare that was a mix between pain and pure unbridled anger.

"You fucking what?" She snarled. I ground my teeth together, keeping myself silent. Saying that was a mistake. But I was too angry at her to bother correct it. "What were you going to call me?"

"Nothing."

Our eyes locked into an enraged staring contest. It probably only lasted a couple seconds. But however long it was, it was too long.

"Fine." She stormed off into my room. She emerged not a minute later wearing the clothes she wore last night. Wrinkled and messy, she stormed past me to the door.

"Cassy wait-"

She slammed the door in my face.

I stood there for a few minutes, just trying to sort out what had just happened. My anger boiled to a rage. I picked up a mug to make coffee and stared at the coffee maker. The only reason I made it was for her. My hands shook with rage. I screamed and threw the mug across the room. It shattered on the backsplash. I hunched over the sink and breathed heavily, trying to regain control of my anger. I had no idea who I was more pissed at; myself of her. But whatever the case was, I was now down a mug and possibly one of my only friends. I straitened up and walked up to the window to see if she was still outside.

She was waiting on the sidewalk, her tail flicking angrily from side to side. Her back was to me, but I could see her hand keep moving up to her face. I guess she might have been crying. Soon the taxi arrived. She got into the taxi and took off. Just before I was about to turn away, pissed at purely myself now, something caught my eye.

A tiny flicker.

Inside the grey car. It had returned. I peered closer at it. Somebody inside the car was pointing something at the taxi. The figure fiddled with it, then continued pointing at the taxi. I recognized the shape as the figure leaned forward into the untinted windshield. A camera.

Whoever was inside that car was taking pictures of Cassandra.

I stood confused for a moment, then the realization hit. It felt like I was punched in the gut. My fears were realized. Cassandra was in danger. I whirled around and bolted into my room and grabbed a pair of jeans and the green hoodie laying on the bed. Wait... am I just overreacting? I asked as I slid the hoodie onto my arms. To my surprise, it was very warm. Warm from when Cassandra was wearing it. It felt like she was hugging me. I paused, then shook my head and zipped up the hoodie over my bare chest.

Maybe I was overreacting. But maybe I wasn't. If I did get her into this mess, and let god-knows-what happen to her without a fight, any harm that came to her would be my fault. I walked from my room and right to the coffee table. Taking hold of both the holster and the weapon, I grabbed a belt hanging on the back of the couch and strapped it to my waist, underneath my hoodie. I grabbed my wallet and keys from the counter, double-checking for my carry permit. I put the wallet in my pocket and clutched the keys in my hand. I walked out the door and slammed it behind me. The anger was gone now. I was no longer angry.

I was scared.