"You are being weird again," I muttered, wiping down the counter in the galley.
Sabastian leaned against the cabinet and crossed his hands across his chest. "Yeah, how?"
What an interesting question. He watched me cook and then he was watching me clean up. One would think he would offer to help. I was doing this for him and Little Alzar., The least he could do was offer some assistance.
"You are staring," I folded the kitchen towel. "It's creepy."
"Hmm," Sabastian's whir traveled around the room. "I am drowning with unfamiliar sensation from this mating connection."
Whose fault was that? He was the one who insisted on spending our nights rekindling our connection. We never ceased until the peek of dawn. He was bound to be flooded with unrecognizable feelings.
"How are you so sane?" He asked. "Why are you still normal?"
That was easy.
