“Need help?” Asya’s voice chimes behind me.
“You were playing. I wanted to make something for us to eat. I’m looking for salt. The normal kind.” I turn around and find her smirking at me.
“So, you know how to cook?”
“I know how to heat the leftovers from takeout. Does that count?”
“That doesn’t count.” Asya laughs and I absorb the sound. I love when she laughs. “Come on, I’ll show you how to prepare something simple.”
She takes the jar out of my hand and opens it. Keeping her eyes on mine, she licks the tip of her finger and dips it inside.
“Here. Try it. It’s just salt with herbs.” She lifts her finger, holding it in front of me.
I stare at her. She’s still smiling. Slowly, I take her hand and bring it closer to my mouth. Without removing my gaze, I lick at the tip of her fi
