Harry Hunter's face looked extremely displeased as he tossed the cat out of the room, shut the window, and closed the door again to prevent it from sneaking back in.
In reality, she did rub against his chest that day, but she didn't kiss him.
He actually dreamed of it!
Harry Hunter hated that cat to death. He went to wash his face, scrubbed off the cat's saliva, and returned to bed to sleep.
Unfortunately, even though he tossed the cat out, it was useless.
Zoe Lewis still barged into his dream, still held him tightly, and he couldn't push her away.
Harry Hunter vaguely knew he was dreaming, so he simply stopped pushing her away, just held her and slept. He was tired, tormented by her all night, and he had to work tomorrow.
He stopped resisting and indeed fell into a deep sleep, and the dream disappeared.
When he woke up in the morning, he lay in bed dazed for a while before getting up to wash up.
