I was drawn out of my sulking when I heard the clatter of pans, my head snapping to the right before I couldn’t help but shake my head when I saw Feya on her tiptoes as she tried to reach for the very top of the cooking utensils. I had, in thought of her, moved everything onto a lower shift but it seems as if I didn’t quite get them all.
Rising to my impressive height, watching as Rebecca shunned back as if I was coming after her, I headed over to Feya. Pressing my chest up against her back I made sure to lean myself against her as I reached for the item she was after, grinning when I felt her shudder.
“Thank you.”
Smiling at her light and thankful tone I bent down to press my lips against her cheek, feeling her heat up under my touch. I loved that even after everything she had obviousl
