sweet
tooth.
As the waiter moved away, Pam started giggling.
“Swear to god, I’d get as big as a house with you two tempters
around!” Both men smiled at her announcement. “Okay, so let’s get
this thing restarted then. Not that geography was my best subject,
but where exactly are you guys from again? And this time, no
talking over each other!”
“Didn’t you say earlier you were from some
place called Galaxia?” Leah turned her face back towards Rykhan’s
only to discover he’d moved even closer. She’d never noticed when
his thigh had pressed up against hers or when his arm moved to the
top of the booth to drape across her shoulders. Even though her
body burned for him, her head and heart were telling her his moves
were too much, too soon and she wiggled closer to Pam as she lifted
his hand off her shoulder.
However, as soon as she did so, the
honeyed-layer of calm left.
“Yes, I am from Galaxia and Wyst is from
Nutrol,” he answered quietly, allowing Leah her bit of personal
space by shifting back. “I’m sorry. Was I too close?”
“Are those new countries in Russia or
somewhere? Because I don’t think I’ve ever heard of them.” Pam
turned to Wyst who nodded and smiled, while Leah’s mind raced to
come up with a noncommittal answer to Rykhan’s question that had
been sincerely asked.
“Something along those lines,” the other large
man agreed. “What else would you like to know, small one? Your eyes
are full of questions which we will answer to the best of our
ability.”
“Hey! Who you calling small? I’ll have you know
I’m pixie-perfection!” Pam’s giggle took some of the sting out of
her words. “How old are you guys anyway?”
“I claim twenty-six yons and Rykhan,
twenty-seven.” Wyst leaned forward to accept his dessert plate
piled high with a piece of triple-chocolate cake dotted with
raspberries.
“Yawns? Is your life so boring you slept
through most of it?” Pam laughed, as she took in the strawberry
sundae the waiter had placed in front of her. It looked as if there
was more than a pint of ice cream mounded and then covered in
strawberries and syrup so pungent Leah could smell it from where
she sat.
“Year. My brother meant to say year.” Rykhan
frowned slightly and a wave of impatience rolled off him. He stared
hard at Wyst for a moment before picking up his fork to dig into
what appeared to be a full quarter of chocolate cream pie, covered
in whipped cream and festooned with dark chocolate shavings. “How
old are you?”
“Dude! Typically, guys don’t ask
women their ages,” Pam snapped as she picked up her spoon but
another giggle belied the irritation her tone indicated. “American
women think it’s bad taste to be questioned about it.”
“Is that what you think, little one?” Wyst
spoke around his mouthful of cake as Leah tried to hide her smile
behind her coffee cup. Responding to Pam’s sharp frown at the word
‘little’, Wyst immediately corrected himself. “I mean,
pixie.”
“Naw, I don’t give a rip. Both of us are
twenty-three and in our prime, aren’t we honey?” Leah nodded and
took another sip to prevent herself from laughing at the dual
expressions on the men’s faces. Ones that spoke of bewilderment and
embarrassment if she was interpreting their frowns and red cheeks
correctly.
Feeling the need to join in and get her own
questions answered, Leah set her cup down and turned to Rykhan.
“How long will you be in the States?”
“Only six merts ...I mean, months.” His eyes
bored into hers as he scooped another large bite of the decadent
pie into his mouth and her eyes again dropped to his lips as they
caressed the fork. Her heartbeat began a heavy, deep rhythm and
took up residence in all the secret places of her body at the view,
even as her stomach dropped at the thought of him
leaving.
Six months was not a lot of time.
“You said you weren’t really brothers but
brothers-in-arms, right?” Pam looked between the two
tooth.
As the waiter moved away, Pam started giggling.
“Swear to god, I’d get as big as a house with you two tempters
around!” Both men smiled at her announcement. “Okay, so let’s get
this thing restarted then. Not that geography was my best subject,
but where exactly are you guys from again? And this time, no
talking over each other!”
“Didn’t you say earlier you were from some
place called Galaxia?” Leah turned her face back towards Rykhan’s
only to discover he’d moved even closer. She’d never noticed when
his thigh had pressed up against hers or when his arm moved to the
top of the booth to drape across her shoulders. Even though her
body burned for him, her head and heart were telling her his moves
were too much, too soon and she wiggled closer to Pam as she lifted
his hand off her shoulder.
However, as soon as she did so, the
honeyed-layer of calm left.
“Yes, I am from Galaxia and Wyst is from
Nutrol,” he answered quietly, allowing Leah her bit of personal
space by shifting back. “I’m sorry. Was I too close?”
“Are those new countries in Russia or
somewhere? Because I don’t think I’ve ever heard of them.” Pam
turned to Wyst who nodded and smiled, while Leah’s mind raced to
come up with a noncommittal answer to Rykhan’s question that had
been sincerely asked.
“Something along those lines,” the other large
man agreed. “What else would you like to know, small one? Your eyes
are full of questions which we will answer to the best of our
ability.”
“Hey! Who you calling small? I’ll have you know
I’m pixie-perfection!” Pam’s giggle took some of the sting out of
her words. “How old are you guys anyway?”
“I claim twenty-six yons and Rykhan,
twenty-seven.” Wyst leaned forward to accept his dessert plate
piled high with a piece of triple-chocolate cake dotted with
raspberries.
“Yawns? Is your life so boring you slept
through most of it?” Pam laughed, as she took in the strawberry
sundae the waiter had placed in front of her. It looked as if there
was more than a pint of ice cream mounded and then covered in
strawberries and syrup so pungent Leah could smell it from where
she sat.
“Year. My brother meant to say year.” Rykhan
frowned slightly and a wave of impatience rolled off him. He stared
hard at Wyst for a moment before picking up his fork to dig into
what appeared to be a full quarter of chocolate cream pie, covered
in whipped cream and festooned with dark chocolate shavings. “How
old are you?”
“Dude! Typically, guys don’t ask
women their ages,” Pam snapped as she picked up her spoon but
another giggle belied the irritation her tone indicated. “American
women think it’s bad taste to be questioned about it.”
“Is that what you think, little one?” Wyst
spoke around his mouthful of cake as Leah tried to hide her smile
behind her coffee cup. Responding to Pam’s sharp frown at the word
‘little’, Wyst immediately corrected himself. “I mean,
pixie.”
“Naw, I don’t give a rip. Both of us are
twenty-three and in our prime, aren’t we honey?” Leah nodded and
took another sip to prevent herself from laughing at the dual
expressions on the men’s faces. Ones that spoke of bewilderment and
embarrassment if she was interpreting their frowns and red cheeks
correctly.
Feeling the need to join in and get her own
questions answered, Leah set her cup down and turned to Rykhan.
“How long will you be in the States?”
“Only six merts ...I mean, months.” His eyes
bored into hers as he scooped another large bite of the decadent
pie into his mouth and her eyes again dropped to his lips as they
caressed the fork. Her heartbeat began a heavy, deep rhythm and
took up residence in all the secret places of her body at the view,
even as her stomach dropped at the thought of him
leaving.
Six months was not a lot of time.
“You said you weren’t really brothers but
brothers-in-arms, right?” Pam looked between the two
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