Or, we can make our own

#Chapter41 Or, we can make our own

/"When do the twins get home?/" I ask, before grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving them into my mouth.

/"I'm gonna go pick them up in an hour./" Tristan responds, his eyes glued onto the screen before us.

/"Okay, I'll prepare snacks for them then./" I stand up from the comfortable couch, but Tristan gently grabs my wrist.

/"Why now? You still have time./" He pulls me closer to him. I end up sitting on his lap and I face him.

/"Tristan, I don't have any energy stored for you right now,/" I whine.

/"I can recharge your battery,/" he teases, bringing his lips close to mine.

/"I'm pretty sure what you're thinking is going to make me even more tired,/" I chuckle.

/"How do you know what I'm thinking?/" He raises his eyebrow.

/"Okay, tell me then. What's busy cooking in that mind of yours?/"