And then Rumi laughs, hands landing on Zoey’s sides to help keep her steady as Rumi shakes under her. She can hear Zoey’s little giggles, air puffing across her lips with each one. “In that case, the next time I buy myself the green tea, I shouldn’t find any missing, right?”
“Well,” Zoey says, drawing the word out, smiling as her hands trail back up Rumi’s body, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “I said the almond was better, not that I don’t like the green tea.”
“So you take Mira’s side and eat my snacks,” Rumi pretends to sigh, tries to ignore the way Zoey’s touch makes her want to melt and ignite in equal measure. “I guess I should be grateful you two didn’t gang up on me.”
Zoey leans in, fingers threading through Rumi’s hair, nails scratching at her scalp. “We’ll do that later,” she promises, voice low. It feels like it dances over Rumi’s skin, drawing goosebumps in its wake. “First I want you all to myself.”