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.

so enticing that Sebastian could not

a lingering moment, they

it's best for you not to turn into a kitty.

left speechless

respond and not let Sebastian dominate the conversation, but she

rubbed her head and sighed softly. "If you could shrink down to the size of a kitty, I could carry you in my arms, tuck you into my pocket, and

Madeline remained silent.

contemplation, she managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Why are you being

to have fallen into a jar of honey, freely

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

"… I'm really okay, not feeling down