“Mmm, that smells good,” I say, coming up behind Jamal and wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder. He’s at the stove with all kinds of things cooking.Jamal smiles, setting down the spatula and turning in my arms. “Hey, Bells. How was the meeting with the elders?”“Good,” I say, leaning in and kissing him soundly.“Mmm,” he moans, his irises beginning to bleed into the whites of his eyes. “We could continue this in the bedroom.”I chuckle. “What about everything you’re cooking?” My words say one thing, but my body presses into his, and my hands slide into his hair.He grins wide, knowing I’m teasing him. “I’ll turn it off. It can wait an hour or so.”I’m just about to agree when Amethyst, one of our youngest twins, walks into the kitchen.“Gross! Get a room—preferably after you finish making lunch,” she grouses.“So selfless, Aemy. Thanks,” Jamal says, turning back to the stove. “Lunch will be ready in about five minutes. Set the table for me?”“Sure. What
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