[Their ritual. The one that's just for the two of them, because Trevor's too safety conscious to ever sneak up behind someone who's doing work on a cutting board with any sort of knife - never mind a chef's knife.
The hand that comes to rest on top of Sypha's has to pause to wipe off red pepper juices first, and then it wraps around hers tightly. The other hand puts the knife down, and now both are covered by slender, colder hands that even with a light touch are so much more possessive than usual. There's still the brush of the ribbon from before on his ring finger, because that's yet to be removed. (He will remove it when his father is awake, but only then.)]
I know no one's hungry, but I needed to busy my hands.
[He'll move her onto the counter in a minute or two. Right now they need this. The littlest thing that's theirs.]
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The hand that comes to rest on top of Sypha's has to pause to wipe off red pepper juices first, and then it wraps around hers tightly. The other hand puts the knife down, and now both are covered by slender, colder hands that even with a light touch are so much more possessive than usual. There's still the brush of the ribbon from before on his ring finger, because that's yet to be removed. (He will remove it when his father is awake, but only then.)]
I know no one's hungry, but I needed to busy my hands.
[He'll move her onto the counter in a minute or two. Right now they need this. The littlest thing that's theirs.]