Arion moves to me, kissing the top of my head. “Sure, love. Come find us later.” Jerome’s eyes follow after Arion briefly, but they widen on me again when Vance distractedly gives me a quick kiss on the head too. Damien doesn’t settle for a chaste kiss. His lips are on mine so fast that it’s dizzying, and his arm circles around my waist as I lean into him, momentarily rendered stupid, as he works his mojo.
