Ross handed each of them their plates, careful not to spill a drop, then leaned down to place a soft kiss on each of their foreheads.
The women exchanged a look, eyes glowing with affection and something deeper. Something that hadn't been there before.
They ate slowly, savoring every bite. The warmth of the food, the comfort of the sheets, and the tender way Ross watched over them made them feel not just satisfied—but adored.
Kristine glanced over at Sasha, who was practically purring as she sipped her soup. "He spoils us."
Sasha grinned, her eyes dreamy. "Isn't he perfect?"
Kristine laughed softly and nodded. "Yes. He really is."
There was a peaceful silence after that—no need for more words. In that moment, both women understood something unspoken: Ross wasn't just a passing thrill or a wild night.
He was becoming something more.
Something permanent.
