Onika was there immediately, her hand coming to his waist to steady him. "Careful. Let me help you inside."
"I'm fine," Killian protested, but he didn't pull away from her support.
They stood there for a moment-Onika supporting him, Killian leaning into her stability more than he'd like to admit-and something passed between them. A moment of vulnerability. Of remembered intimacy. Of the physical comfort they'd once found in each other before Annie had entered his life and changed everything.
Onika's hand was warm on his waist. Her body was familiar-he'd held her countless times before. Had known every inch of her body. Had found release in her arms when emotions got too complicated and physical needs provided simplicity.
It would be so easy. To lean in. To seek that familiar
