Ethan didn't want to stop kissing her.
Lilith didn't want to be let go.
Her arms were still locked around his neck, her body warm and tight in his lap, chest pressed to his, breath brushing across his cheek.
Their mouths moved slowly, tasting, savoring, their tongues finding each other repeatedly.
She was still close. So was he. Their foreheads rested together, their breath mingling.
Every time his lips pressed into hers, it hit a little deeper.
Meanwhile, Seraphina stayed quiet beside them. One hand rested on Ethan's chest, fingers splayed over his heartbeat.
She didn't speak. She didn't need to. She was watching. Feeling. Reading the way his body responded to every touch Lilith gave him.
Then Ethan's hands slid down.
Not urgently.
Just because he wanted to do something new.
He used his hands as he moved them under Lilith's thighs, adjusted his posture, and with a quiet breath, he lifted her.
She made a soft sound in his ear, surprised—but smiling.
He didn't stand.
