{"id":252664,"date":"2026-07-13T02:15:42","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:15:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-date-with-you-night-kitten\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:15:42","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:15:42","slug":"a-date-with-you-night-kitten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-date-with-you-night-kitten\/","title":{"rendered":"A Date With You – Night Kitten"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"<\/figure>\n

\u201cAnd the house\u2026 you know we should probably start looking at contractors again for the basement, and my mom\u2019s been asking about the family reunion, don\u2019t even get me started on that, \u201d At some point during Ava\u2019s ramblings, Devon\u2019s hand had found its way into hers. Her fingers were warm against Ava\u2019s skin, her touch gentle, fingers lightly traced over Ava\u2019s palm, the sensation sending a current of heat through her. It was a simple touch, but it lingered long enough for Ava to feel it in her bones.<\/p>\n

\u201cI love your voice,\u201d Devon murmured, her voice low, hushed with something dangerous, something magnetic. Her thumb brushed over Ava\u2019s palm, a slow, deliberate motion. \u201cThank you for sharing your thoughts, and your beautiful mind with me today.\u201d Ava\u2019s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she forgot how to speak. She could feel Devon\u2019s fingers curling around hers, the weight of her touch a silent command, one that wrapped around her chest and held her tight.<\/p>\n

It was as if, in this single moment, the world outside had ceased to exist. The bus, the passengers, the city, it all faded into the background, leaving only them. Then, as the bus neared their stop, Devon suddenly leaned in, her breath tickling Ava\u2019s ear as she spoke. \u201cAva baby,\u201d Devon began, her tone playful, yet laden with something more, a promise, perhaps, or a challenge.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou owe me for this nice little dinner we are going to have.\u201d Ava\u2019s heart skipped a beat at the words, \u201cOwe you? But you insisted\u2026 on this place\u2026\u201d Devon leaned in slightly, her lips brushing just close enough to Ava\u2019s ear to send a shiver down her spine. \u201cYou know that\u2019s not what I mean. I\u2019ll let you figure out how you want to repay me,\u201d she murmured, her breath warm against Ava\u2019s skin. \u201cBut don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to make it easy on you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ava\u2019s heart hammered in her chest, her skin prickling with the weight of Devon\u2019s declaration. She wanted to say something, anything, but the only sound that escaped her lips was a soft, breathless gasp. Chapter 6: The Slightly Problematic Dinner As the bus hummed to a stop, the night air hit them with a soft, suburban chill. The streets were quieter now, with only a few cars passing and the faint buzz of crickets filling the background.<\/p>\n

\n

I appreciate it! \u201c My roommate, who puts up with me writing these stories late into the night while she tries to sleep because she has work tomorrow. Thanks for the free Tuna and 80% of the bed, Also this book is dedicated to my readers, because if you bought this book and\/or support me at the club (nightkittenwriter.club)you are giving me some money to help me pay rent!<\/p>\n

You are also helping me get one step closer to making my dream of becoming a full-timewriter come true. Now my roommate only needs to work twojobs instead of threeto keep a roof over my head Thank you! – Night Kitten Contents: Dedicated to: 2 Contents: 3 Chapter 1: Ava\u2019s Morning 4 Chapter 2: Devon\u2019s Morning 9 Chapter 3: Ava\u2019s Thoughts on Devon 15 Chapter 4: Making Dinner Plans 22 Chapter 5: A Little Bus Ride 29 Chapter 6: The Slightly Problematic Dinner 36 Chapter 7: Settling the Leftovers 44 Chapter 8: Returning Home to Tiny Cakes 55 Chapter 9: Netflix and\u2026.Chill?<\/p>\n

60 Chapter 10: A Passionate End 64 End Message: 77 About the Author 78 Chapter 1: Ava\u2019s Morning Ava\u2019s mornings were a ritual, a carefully curated symphony of self-care and intention. At precisely 5:00 AM, her sunrise lamp cast a warm glow across her room, mimicking the gentle embrace of dawn.<\/p>\n

The soft chime of her alarm barely had time to finish its melody before she sat up, stretching her arms overhead with a contented sigh. No snooze button. No hesitation. Just another day beginning exactly the way it should. Before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Ava took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly\u2026 closing her eyes for a moment of gratitude.<\/p>\n

Today would be a good day. She chose to believe that. The simplicity of willing it to be, was rooted in the anxiety she often felt inside herself. The eb and flow of self-doubt clouded her mind often, so starting the day with a gentle reminder, that everything will be ok, grounded her.<\/p>\n

At 5:05, she reached for the little glass flask on her nightstand, its contents prepared the night before. Some mornings, it was lemon water; zesty and refreshing, other days, a dash of chlorophyll and cucumber, creating a cooling and refreshing beverage to help her hydrate. Either way, the first sip felt like a gentle awakening from the inside out. Ava then made a brief stop in the bathroom to brush her teeth.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

\n
\n

Table of Contents<\/p>\nToggle<\/span><\/path><\/svg><\/svg><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n