"How's the brain doing?" She asked, trying to stop the mental barrage.
"Better? I have other songs fighting for control, today, it's not just the one." He shrugged, putting out two plates of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and broccoli sauteed in butter, which they would wrap in lavash bread. The whole scramble was coated in turmeric, giving it a lovely mix of colors.
Felicia grinned, happy that her playlist was working. Though, with the way things were going, she wouldn't survive five more days before she sexually assaulted her big, dopey brother. The orgasm in the middle of the night had only made her hornier.
"Um, Felicia?" Liam began, clearly nervous. Oh, s**t. Was he going to apologize for molesting her? Please, don't, she urged him silently. She had loved waking up that way, and hear
