You, Me And Our Genus Twins

Sebastian chuckled and kissed Madeline's forehead. "And you're the most incredible woman I've ever had the privilege to meet."

Lowering his head, he buried his cheek in her neck and took a deep breath. "Like this? It really does feel better than just stroking."

She retorted, "… I'm not a cat!"

"I wish you were!" Sebastian pulled her into his arms and buried his head in her neck again, taking a sniff. "I wish you were a sweet and soft little kitty that I can hold in my arms anytime, just like now, and take a sniff whenever I want."

Madeline was rendered speechless.

Is he feeling bored today? He seems to be particularly playful all of a sudden.

She gazed up at him, momentarily rendered speechless. Her eyes were round and clear with distinct black and white pupils that resembled grapes submerged in ice-cold water—watery and teeming with vitality.

enticing that Sebastian

a lingering moment, they

fingertips traced Madeline's soft lips. "Never mind, it's best for you not to turn

was left

dominate the conversation, but she found herself utterly

and sighed softly. "If you could shrink down to the size of a kitty, I could

Madeline remained silent.

after a moment of contemplation, she managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Why are you being so sweet

jar of honey, freely

you're sick." He rubbed her head again. "I read online that when girls are sick, they tend to be more sentimental and down, so they

"… I'm really okay, not