Lean’s room was warm, dimly lit, touched only by the soft light streaming in through the window. There was something in that space that made me feel safe—even before either of them broke the silence with those little provocations they knew by heart. It was more than desire. It was belonging.
I let them guide me. Their hands were firm, but tender. Kael kissed me first—slow, like he wanted to taste everything he already knew about me. Lean came up behind me, his breath against my neck, his fingers drawing reverent paths across my bare skin.
Our clothes disappeared without rush, as if they had no right to interrupt what was coming. We undressed with the reverence of those who understand the other’s body is more than want—it is home. In the end, I was between them, breath caught, hands press
