Vegia didn't speak. She simply rose on her toes, hands sliding up Aiden's chest to rest lightly against his collarbones, and tilted her face toward his.
Their kiss was slow. Almost reverent.
Her lips were soft—cool at first, then warming as she pressed closer. Aiden cupped her jaw with one hand, thumb brushing the delicate line of her cheekbone, the other settling at the small of her back to draw her flush against him.
"Thank you for coming home," she whispered.
Aiden kissed her forehead. "Always."
Zerra was next. Their mouths met with heat—open, eager, no preamble. Zerra kissed like she laughed: loud, fearless, all in. Her tongue swept against his immediately, teasing, playful, daring him to match her.
When they parted, Zerra was breathing hard, eyes glittering.
"Missed that mouth," she muttered, licking her lips.
Aiden smirked. "Behave."
She laughed. "Never."
