I do.
I know exactly what that means.
So I reach out, slow enough that she can stop me, and rest my hand on her thigh.Just above her knee.Just my palm.Just warmth.Just pressure.
Her breath catches.
She looks at my hand, then up at me.Her pupils widen.Her lips part slightly.Heat curls between us like smoke.
“You okay?”I murmur.
She nods once, but it’s shaky.
Finn touches her wrist with two fingers.“Wren.”
She looks at him.
He swallows hard.“Can I...?”
She doesn’t answer out loud.
She leans into him.
Finn’s hand slides up her arm, gentle, reverent, almost scared of touching her wrong.She melts toward him, head brushing his shoulder.
Kael watches her so intently it feels like a hand on the back of my neck.His jaw clenches once.He shifts forward in his seat.
“Wren,” he says quietly.“Look at me.”
She does.
And Kael’s voice drops even lower.“Do you want us here?All of us?”
Her chest rises with a shaky inhale.
“Yes.”
She doesn’t hesitate.
She doesn’t look away.
She doesn’t apologize for wanting.
Finn exhales like he’s been underwater.My hand tightens around her thigh on instinct, thumb dragging a slow stroke against her skin.Kael stands, moving closer, slow, controlled, deliberate.
She shifts toward him.
My pulse spikes.
Finn’s hand slides up to the base of her neck, thumb brushing just below her jaw.“You sure?”he asks, gentle but breathless.
She turns toward him, lips parting.
That’s all the answer he needs.
He kisses her.
Soft at first.Testing.Asking.Then deeper.Her hands twist in his shirt.His fingers slide into her hair, pulling a soft sound from her throat that rips through me.
