I open my mouth, but Lyn interrupts. “Guys, how about a vanilla Biscoff cheesecake?”
“He’ll make faces after eating Biscoff,” Wen grunts.
“It’s perfect, Angel,” I smile, walking closer to her. “Let’s make it.”
“If you don’t like Biscoff, we could use something else,” she says.
“Okay, if you say so.” We both walk into the kitchen. “I’ll help you find the ingredients.”
I provide all the utensils and ingredients she requests, then lean against the counter, watching her work. Her hands move steadily, of course, she’s trained to handle knives and guns. Even though she can’t match professionals, she is far stronger than Wen or Avi.
My eyes follow the movement of her hands, up her arms, and then to the swell of her breasts. My hands itch to touch them. My gaze slides up to her face. There is a small vertical dipin the middle of her chin, not very deep, but it gives her round face and petite chin an adorable charm.
Her lips are not very full, a delicate peachy-pink. Their color shifts subtly, some days a deeper shade, some days lighter. And her eyes…the most beautiful ocean eyes. She inherited their color from her father, though hers is lighter, softer. I tilt my head, studying them closely, trying to name their shape. I think they call this type of lovely eyescherry blossom eyes.
She turns her head and catches me staring, which has become usual for both of us. I shift closer and take the strand of curls that has been brushing her cheek, pushing it into her bun the way I’ve seen her do many times.
My fingers glide along her cheek and down her jaw. I place my fingers under her chin and rub my thumb over the small dent there. I lean closer slowly, but before I could kiss her, an unwanted noise comes from the kitchen door. I inhale sharply, Iselyn flinches and moves away from me.
I turn my head and glare at my sisters. Now I understand why people go on honeymoons—to stay away from people who ruin your moments.
I walk around the counter in a sour mood. Wen and Avi rush away from the door.
“I’ll see what I can do with you both,” I grit out, walking past them.
chapter 30
Iselyn
Wen and Avi gulp visibly, then close the kitchen door behind them and approach me. Avi had returned from her trip just yesterday, looking like our old Avi.
Avi shoves Wen lightly. “It’s your fault.”
Wen’s lips curl downward. “Who would have known he’d get this mad?”
“It’s okay, guys. He’ll be fine in a few minutes,” I say.
Their heads jerk toward me. “No, babe, this privilege is only for Zo and you,” Wen says.
Avi nods in agreement. “He holds grudges very badly. Didn’t I tell you what he did to me when I asked you what kind of man you wanted to marry, right in front of him?”
Wen circles behind me and stands on the other side. “Leave Leo. You tell us,” she wiggles her brow playfully. “Why don’t we have the latest updates?”
I raise my brows. “What updates?”
Avi sings teasingly, “The updates of wanting him to kiss you.” Wen joins in, “And looking at him like you’re inviting him into your pants.”
I laugh. “Stop it, guys. There is no such thing.”
Avi shakes her head. “There is such a thing. We are two living witnesses.”
Wen speaks up, curiosity in her voice. “What has changed?”
“Nothing has changed. It’s just… he was leaning forward to kiss me, but I don’t return his kisses. And I can’t stop him even if I try. My fighting back only makes him kiss me harder,” and,it makes me enjoy it more.I immediately try to erase the thought as soon as it forms in my mind.
It’s not true. I don’t enjoy him kissing me. No—no, I do enjoy it, but it’s just physical.Yes, purely physical.It has been a long-established fact that it’s purely physical.
“Whatever we have is just physical attraction, guys,” I tell them, trying to convince them as much as myself. “I still can’t stand him, and I have no plans of forgiving him anytime soon.”
