“I love you, Kríe. Do you hear me?” Their lips brushed as he spoke. “On a level that is ludicrous. Looks like I’ve lost it.” Zercy chuffed, sounding equal parts flattered and perplexed. “I have never heard it used that way. Love... But I like it.” Hooking Alec’s leg over his big beefy shoulder, he grinned. “I should like to do the same.” Alec grunted, bent in half. “Do the same?” “Tah,” Zercy growled. “Love you.” Thrust. “To a level that is ludicrous.”
