An urge struck me.
Slowly, I raised my arm and rested it hesitantly across Saffron’s shoulder.
He paused, then shot me a sweet smile. It radiated warmth.
The microwave, it turned out, also radiated warmth. A loudpopcame from inside, making me start.
Saffron chuckled. “Don’t worry. It’s just the corn popping. Look.”
I peered through the screen. To my shock, the little orange kernels were exploding into puffy white shapes.
“Huh,” I said. “Never seen that before.”
Saffron sucked in a gasp. “Wait. If you’ve never had popcorn, there must be a ton of other food you haven’t tried. Cookies? Cake? Candy? Oh, man, and that’s just the foods starting with C!”
I blushed, but couldn’t hold back a smile at his enthusiasm.
“I haven’t had those, no,” I remarked, putting a hand on my large belly. “But aren’t they bad for you? I’m already fat enough.”
Saffron glared at me. His presence suddenly surged, feeling larger and more powerful than usual. “Listen, Rorik. I can accept the fact that you’ve never watched a movie. I can accept an attack on my twin. What Iwon’taccept is you talking shit about your body. You’re hot as fuck, and if I had any less willpower, I’d plow you right here on the kitchen floor. Got that?”
I gulped. “Er… understood.”
His warm smile returned. “Good, ‘cause I have a huge secret stash of movie treats I wanna share with you.”
After the popcorn finished popping, Saffron pulled the bowl out of the microwave. A hot, salty scent tickled my nose, instantly making me salivate. It smelled different than the sterile kernels he’d originally put inside. They’d changed drastically in a short amount of time.
Like me,I thought.
Saffron noticed me sniffing the air and grinned. “Want one?”
“If that’s all right.”
He rolled his eyes and pinched a piece of popcorn between two fingers, then raised it to my mouth. I shuddered as it brushed my lips.
Saffron wore a mischievous grin on his face. He enjoyed teasing me.
I played along. I parted my mouth, letting him rub the popcorn along the inner edges of my lips. My heart started beating faster. This wasn’t inherently lewd, but it felt like it.
Saffron tilted the popcorn onto my tongue. As the salt hit my taste buds, I salivated. But Saffron didn’t remove his finger. It lingered, drawing a tiny circle against the tip of my tongue, taunting me.
My pulse skyrocketed. Why did that feel so good?
The saliva in my mouth became too much to bear and I instinctively swallowed. But in doing so, I closed my lips over Saffron’s finger and accidentally sucked on it.
Heat flooded my cheeks. Doing this in the open kitchen somehow felt raunchier than having sex in a secluded bedroom. What if somebody saw us?
The naughty glint in Saffron’s eyes said that he didn’t care.
Finally, in a casual motion, he popped his finger out of my mouth and laughed. “Okay, we got our popcorn. Now we need a couple drinks and we’re ready for movie night.”
I stood there, dazed with pleasure, as Saffron rummaged through the fridge. He yanked out a large fizzy bottle and nodded for me to follow him. When we arrived back in his room, I paused. The scents permeating the air were familiar to me now. I could distinctly pick out Saffron, Aurum, and Mylo. They were comforting instead of alien and unknown.
Would they ever feel the same way about my scent?I wondered doubtfully.
“Sit,” Saffron said, patting the spot beside him.
I joined him on the couch. Sinking into the leather seat felt comfortable.
