Not long after
The remnants of dinner had been cleared away, leaving the living area bathed in the soft, goow of the house's evening lights.
Time seemed to slow, settling into a comfortable quiet filled with the low murmur of conversation.
Zaeryn was the undisputed center of this quiet universe, comfortably sandwiched on a plush couch between Aeris and Ravena. Ravena was draped across his lap, her head resting on his thigh, the languid weight of her body a warm, possessive claim.
On his other side, Aeris leaned heavily against him, her arm linked with his, her fingers tracing idle, teasing patterns on his bicep. The warm pressure of her breast against his arm was a constant, pleasant distraction.
He didn't mind the contact; in fact, his body hummed with a low-level energy, the Eros Engine quietly feeding on the casual intimacy. And he felt more at home like this.
