(Christian)
I shift slightly, letting my body sink more fully against them. Greyson’s hand on my foot presses just a little harder, guiding me to relax deeper, and I let out a soft sigh. Mason’s fingers move along my arm in slow, deliberate sweeps, brushing over my skin as if he can sense every place I need comfort. Jaxon’s lips trail from my temple to the side of my jaw, soft and warm, and I tilt my head into him without thinking. My mind is alive with them, a quiet awareness of the bond pulling us together in ways I can feel in every nerve.
I realize how much I have missed this closeness, the kind of warmth that isn’t only physical. Every touch carries meaning, every movement says something I cannot put into words. Greyson shifts slightly, pressing his chest against me in a reassuring
