Mating rituals Stories

I leaned back into the couch, feeling the soft fabric envelop me. Sydney sat beside me, her head gently resting on my shoulder. Two cups of hot chocolate sat untouched on the coffee table, sending tendrils of steam into the tense air, drifting lazily as if reluctant to dissolve. A few feet away, Akasha watched from the loveseat. She held her coffee, took a sip, set it down, and leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Sydney. “Y...