“We just ate,” Lilyan said, “I'm not hungry.” She was blushing deeply, her gemstone a dark purple. She obviously did not want to go face Kahn.
“Well, Kahn and I are,” Zayd said, “And you could use a snack.”
“What time is it?” Lilyan asked. Zayd checked his watch.
“A little past 9 pm,” he answered.
“I guess I could eat something,” she mumbled. Zayd watched as Lilyan began getting dressed in conservative pajamas. He put on a pair of boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt and then led Lilyan out of his bedroom by the hand. He sat down on the couch, pulling her down onto the seat next to him.
Kahn was in the kitchen. Zayd had been listening to the redhead's thoughts the entire time he had been making love to Lilyan. Kahn was aghast. He was confused. He was embarrassed. Kahn was mostly in shoc
