Mika finally pulled back from the triple kiss with a satisfied exhale, lips curved into a lazy smile that radiated pure contentment.
His breathing was steady, controlled—unlike the two women still clinging to him.
Fauna was panting hard, chest heaving like she'd just sprinted a marathon.
Her lips were swollen, shiny with saliva, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread all the way down her neck.
She looked dazed, almost drunk on the taste of both her children still lingering on her tongue.
Anya, meanwhile, stared at them both in utter, glassy-eyed confusion. Her golden dog ears were slightly askew, tail frozen mid-wag, cheeks burning.
Her mind was a complete whirlwind, after all this was not how tonight was supposed to go.
She had pictured it perfectly: the usual cozy dinner with Mika and her mom—pizza boxes on the coffee table, all three of them cuddled up on the sofa watching some mindless movie.
