Rain, Silk, Desire [Part-2]
"Yo, sweetheart," she drawled, eyes flashing with that telltale spark as they swept over him from top to bottom. "Hope we're not interrupting anything…"
Leon gazed at them for a moment. Then a low, lazy laughter welled up in his chest.
"My lovelies…" he whispered, voice full of warmth and need, eyes raking over them with wonder and want. "How could you ever interrupt me?"
Syra moved forward, her fingers lightly closing over Kyra's. "Then… may we come in?"
Leon didn't respond—only smiled and stepped aside, waving them in with an arm.
They stepped across the line, and Leon pushed the door closed behind them, softly.
The room's warmth enveloped them like a soft hug.
The twins edged towards the bed—Syra's hips swinging slowly, purposefully; Kyra's movements light, as if made of air. Bare feet whispered softly on the boards.
They sat at the bedside, their nightgowns pooling around their feet like spilled silk.
