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The second his tongue rolls over my clit, I moan, taking in a sharp breath that makes me cough. The fire I was talking about earlier, seems a little too real because I swear I can smell smoke.
My eyes fly open when I realize we’re not the heat in the room, the growing fire on the stovetop, is.
“Adrik!” I yell, grabbing his head and trying to pull it away, but he thinks he’s doing great work— and he is, but we’re dying— so he continues on until I scream. “Fire! The kitchen is on fire!” And he spins his head around, lips glistening with my arousal, and he picks me up, bringing me to the door before sprinting back towards the fire. He’s panicked for a second like he’s trying to remember something, and I’m speechlessly watching in horror.
After a second that feels like an hour, he sprints to a cabinet and pulls out a fire extinguisher, ripping the safety lock off it and shooting it right at the source of the flames. The fire dies down rather abruptly, and I breathe a sigh of relief that hurts a little from the smoke. He drops the fire extinguisher and turns to me.
“Are you okay?” His eyes are full of concern, more for me than the burnt offering of a kitchen I’m looking at behind him. I nod, tears crawling up to the corners of my eyes, though it’s unclear to me why. And I don’t think he knows either, but he meets me with an embrace that tells me it’s okay— we’re okay.
And for how constantly unstable we are, his arms wrapped around me feel pretty secure.
* * *
“Where have you been all morning?”Olive stops me in the doorway to our room, eyes filled with the same suspicion they’ve had for the past couple of weeks. She rests her hands on her hips, tapping her fingers as I glance back at Adrik, entering his room. I’m sure we both smell horribly smoky, but she’ll never know about that— us both smelling like a bonfire. He’s headed right to the shower, and I was too before Olive’s bombarding questions.
“I was just eating breakfast.” I shrug, attempting to walk around her, but she stops me.
“Did you burn it all?”
“No.” I shake my head, pushing past her successfully this time and hoping I did it quick enough to hide my reddening cheeks.
“And why were you out walking around wearing that?” She points to my frilly dress that I swore buying would be a waste. Guess that was common sense, something I’ve lacked these dwindling months. I don’t need Olive to remind me of that fact, either.
These days she’s been acting a lot less like my little sister and more like our mother. Not a fun combination for me, especially because I am breaking countless rules, maybe too many.
“Olive, you, of all people, are one to talk aboutscandalous clothes.”
“That’s completely besides the point, and you know it.” She’s really not happy with me, eyes narrowing like I’ve hurt her by lying this whole time. There’s no way she could know the lies I’ve strewn together to keep her questions at bay, but my guilty conscience is telling me otherwise.
I labor a sigh and turn around to face her again. “It’s not a problem.”
“What’s not a problem?” She arches a brow. “You're sneaking around all the time for no reason, or intentionally dressing provocatively in front of Adrik, when just a couple of months ago you wanted to be seen as a fucking marshmallow with your oversized loungewear?”
“Olive—“
“No, Espie. You don’t get to let loose. Need I remind you—“
“You might want to stop while you’re at it.” I take a step towards her, warningly. “I know very well my duty to our family. And if Vince was making any headway on his duty to me, I’d know about it, right?” Her lip pouts and she looks little again, small and fragile. Though I know she could bite back at any time.
“I can’t speak with you about this, Espie. I was instructed not to tell you anything.”
“Why?”
“Because you know as well as I do the effect that Adrik has on people. Especially you.”
“Excuse me?” My brows go tall as I raise my voice at her absurd accusation.
He blows out air from a bubble in her cheeks and shakes her head. “Never mind.”
“No, tell me.” I press. “What do you mean?”
She shakes her head and I nod in response. After we lock eyes in a battle of authority, she relents.
“You both have been pretty secretive. I never hear about what goes on during your dates and outings and runs to the cellar and walks on the property lines. You both either keep everyone awake with your fighting or on high alert with your disappearing. I’m not an idiot, and neither are the boys who came along to keep us safe. You’re spitting in their face, and you're spitting in Vince’s face too.”
“Olive, you should be careful with what you’re insinuating.” My heart is beating out of my chest nervously as I keep an even tone.
“Should I? Or should I be concerned about you?”
