Free Twin Flames by Lexi Ander Page A

back to how things had been before.
Even with the dangers, I liked feeling alive.
    In the morning, Ushna made breakfast. He usually did. Not that I couldn't cook. At one time, I'd been a hell of a cook but I'd lost interest in it, along with everything else.
    I stood in the doorway, watching him move around the kitchen. His blue-black hair was still wet from his shower and combed back neatly with little curls starting at the base of his neck. He was wearing a blue T-shirt that stretched across his wide shoulders. His jeans sat on his hips and cupped his ass just right, continuing down long, long legs ending in a pair of Tony Lamas. He was breathtaking.
    I walked in and ran my hand down his back as I gently pushed him aside, "Let me finish. Why don't you set the table?"
    I peered at him out of the corner of my eye as he regarded me for a moment with his sharp green eyes. I liked him looking at me. If I'd had more courage, I would've looked back. I felt like a teenager again, learning how to deal with emotions that fluttered like butterflies in my stomach. I flipped the bacon and started cracking eggs into a bowl for French toast, all the while watching him covertly. He moved away and started setting the table. I almost sighed in relief because I was starting to blush with his steady gaze on me.
    I hadn't forgotten everything about cooking, or so I thought. If some of the bacon was too well done or the French toast too soft in the middle, he didn't say anything. The breakfast I made sucked but in a display of encouragement, he ate extra helpings.
    When done, he got up to clean the table.
"I'll get that," I said taking the dirty dish from him. I poured him another cup of coffee so I wouldn't have to look him in the eye. I wasn't sure what I'd see there or what he'd see in mine. "I'll clean up before I start the morning chores."
I grabbed the rest of the plates and took them to the sink. Even though I'd told Ushna to go, he brought dirty platters and silverware to the sink for me. He watched me fill the sink with water.
"How did your report to the Council go?" he asked.
This I could handle. "They're concerned you'll go Lupe again. They'll be here in ninety days for a review. Elder Koller has some theories why it happened and why you were able to turn back, but I'm not so sure he's right."
"Are you worried?"
I looked up at him, noticing the apprehension in his eyes. "Worried you'll go Lupe again? No."
The tension left his shoulders. I could tell he wanted to say something. Normally he'd just come right out with it, but he seemed to be choosing his words carefully.
"Breakfast was good."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Liar," I teased and was unprepared for the serious look he gave me.
"You made breakfast. I haven't had anything that tasted that good in a long time." He reached up and touched my mouth. "Anything would taste good with that smile across the table."
Ushna grabbed his coffee and went out the back door.
I listened to the echo of the screen door slamming with a lump in my throat. My lips tingled where he'd touched me.
    Over the next week, we fell into a new morning routine. My breakfast-making skills got better. I liked watching Ushna eat what I made for him, though it turned into a sort of torture for me. There was something sensual about the way his lips wrapped around the fork when he pulled it out of his mouth, the way he sipped his coffee.
    One morning he caught me.
I was observing a syrup-covered piece of French toast enter his mouth and was waiting for him to pull the fork out when I realized he'd paused with the fork still in his mouth. I looked up into emerald eyes staring back at me. He watched me watch him. I blushed fiercely, but I couldn't look away. My jeans became tight and constricting. I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable without palming myself.
Slowly he pulled the fork out of his mouth and I was riveted. Immediately he took another slow bite, drawing out each movement. I wanted… I wanted… ah