ALT “Mm. What are you making?” says Kaveh, his voice echoing from somewhere behind him. Alhaitham goes to turn and face him, but before he can move, a pair of strong arms wrap around his middle. Warmth floods Alhaitham’s backside as their bodies align. Kaveh presses his nose into the nape of Alhaitham’s neck and inhales deeply. “Smells good,” he mumbles. Alhaitham isn’t sure if he’s talking about the food anymore.