him a letter, but they had tossed my question aside with arrogant flare. They never appreciated when I spoke of Jax, almost acting as if the mere mention of his name was an irritation.
But I still thought about him and worried about his safety. I missed him dreadfully.
I knew I had it easy here. I now had clothing that fit, beautiful clothes made of the softest materials on Triaz. Malik and Leo had insisted I also have shoes. I did not wear them all the time, but I would occasionally wear a pair of sandals that I particularly liked.
I ran my hands over the silken grass as I watched the sun fade from view, the sky gradually turning from a shade of molten red to the indigo of twilight. It was beautiful and mesmerizing, my quiet sigh of contentment floating away on the now cooling breeze. I lifted the light cashmere sweater I had brought out with me and pulled it over my head, covering my white tank top.
With one last glance at the sky, I stood to my feet and brushed off my black trousers. These were my favorite pair of pants, one of the few Malik and Leo had agreed I could have made, other than the dresses I now had. The pants fit me perfectly at the waist and gently flared to the bottom. My bare toes peeked out just beyond the edges of the relaxed material. When I wore them, Malik and Leo would practically roll their eyes, knowing I had heaps of dresses in my closet. Dresses I knew they much preferred. I may wear these pants more than I normally would, just to see their reactions, it was decidedly entertaining. All of the Mian women inside the palace always wore dresses, even the chef, Krim, who I had become well acquainted with.
The thought of her made my thoughts brighten. She was sure to have something ready for me.
I waved to my guards, indicating I was ready to go inside. I swear some of them slept while standing. It was always the same ten men, so they had to get some shuteye sometime. Five walked in front of me, and the other five behind me. They knew my routine by now, so we first headed to the kitchen where Krim did, indeed, have my breakfast laid out for me. I grabbed the cinnamon bagel and the apple as we continued on our trek, munching on the apple first. Initially, I'd had to explain to Krim what a Human ate, but she was speedy at her work, and her experiments were quick-witted and, mostly, delicious. It was safe to say Krim was one of my favorites here in the palace.
My guards stopped as I walked into my bedroom. They never entered my private quarters.
I tossed the core of the apple away and nibbled at my bagel as I crossed to the adjoining door leading to my Vaq's room. Malik was the teensiest bit obsessive about the organization of their bedroom. Every night I slept in the recliner at the foot of their bed, but if I did not put the chair back where it normally belonged, he was grumpy as hell for the first half of the night. I had quickly learned that as soon as I was done with my time out in the sun, I should hurry back when they were just waking, and return the recliner to its rightful location.
Taking a large bite of my cinnamon spiced breakfast, I opened the door to their bedroom.
I came to a silent halt.
My eyes ... no, my thoughts just stalled.
At first, I could not comprehend what I was seeing.
Their windows were already unfrosted, so the twilight sky shone inside.
Malik and Leo were in bed.
But by that, I meant, Leo was lying on his back, and Malik was positioned over him.
Their comforter had slipped down to just below Malik's waist, and I could tell they were both naked. Malik's hips were thrusting forward in a rhythmic rocking motion, the blanket lifting and lowering with each of his movements. Leo's head was arched back as he groaned in what sounded like pained pleasure, his bronze cheeks flushed.
As I swallowed the bite of my bagel on a dry throat, Malik leaned down and touched his lips to Leo's in the most tender action I had ever viewed before. Their mouths meshed together in
But I still thought about him and worried about his safety. I missed him dreadfully.
I knew I had it easy here. I now had clothing that fit, beautiful clothes made of the softest materials on Triaz. Malik and Leo had insisted I also have shoes. I did not wear them all the time, but I would occasionally wear a pair of sandals that I particularly liked.
I ran my hands over the silken grass as I watched the sun fade from view, the sky gradually turning from a shade of molten red to the indigo of twilight. It was beautiful and mesmerizing, my quiet sigh of contentment floating away on the now cooling breeze. I lifted the light cashmere sweater I had brought out with me and pulled it over my head, covering my white tank top.
With one last glance at the sky, I stood to my feet and brushed off my black trousers. These were my favorite pair of pants, one of the few Malik and Leo had agreed I could have made, other than the dresses I now had. The pants fit me perfectly at the waist and gently flared to the bottom. My bare toes peeked out just beyond the edges of the relaxed material. When I wore them, Malik and Leo would practically roll their eyes, knowing I had heaps of dresses in my closet. Dresses I knew they much preferred. I may wear these pants more than I normally would, just to see their reactions, it was decidedly entertaining. All of the Mian women inside the palace always wore dresses, even the chef, Krim, who I had become well acquainted with.
The thought of her made my thoughts brighten. She was sure to have something ready for me.
I waved to my guards, indicating I was ready to go inside. I swear some of them slept while standing. It was always the same ten men, so they had to get some shuteye sometime. Five walked in front of me, and the other five behind me. They knew my routine by now, so we first headed to the kitchen where Krim did, indeed, have my breakfast laid out for me. I grabbed the cinnamon bagel and the apple as we continued on our trek, munching on the apple first. Initially, I'd had to explain to Krim what a Human ate, but she was speedy at her work, and her experiments were quick-witted and, mostly, delicious. It was safe to say Krim was one of my favorites here in the palace.
My guards stopped as I walked into my bedroom. They never entered my private quarters.
I tossed the core of the apple away and nibbled at my bagel as I crossed to the adjoining door leading to my Vaq's room. Malik was the teensiest bit obsessive about the organization of their bedroom. Every night I slept in the recliner at the foot of their bed, but if I did not put the chair back where it normally belonged, he was grumpy as hell for the first half of the night. I had quickly learned that as soon as I was done with my time out in the sun, I should hurry back when they were just waking, and return the recliner to its rightful location.
Taking a large bite of my cinnamon spiced breakfast, I opened the door to their bedroom.
I came to a silent halt.
My eyes ... no, my thoughts just stalled.
At first, I could not comprehend what I was seeing.
Their windows were already unfrosted, so the twilight sky shone inside.
Malik and Leo were in bed.
But by that, I meant, Leo was lying on his back, and Malik was positioned over him.
Their comforter had slipped down to just below Malik's waist, and I could tell they were both naked. Malik's hips were thrusting forward in a rhythmic rocking motion, the blanket lifting and lowering with each of his movements. Leo's head was arched back as he groaned in what sounded like pained pleasure, his bronze cheeks flushed.
As I swallowed the bite of my bagel on a dry throat, Malik leaned down and touched his lips to Leo's in the most tender action I had ever viewed before. Their mouths meshed together in
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