Then his lips were on hers, his hand cupping her cheek as his arm curled around her back, pressing their bodies together. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon and just so completely Foster, his mouth warm as it moved against hers, skirting the edge of restraint. The cams whirled around them with a clamor of hoots and hollers that Ezren tried to block out. Because Foster was here. And that’s all that mattered.
