I bring her mouth against mine.
“This isn’t talking.”
“It sure the hell is.” I slip my tongue in between her lips and explain in great but silent detail how much I like the taste of her, the feel of her, the flavor of her. She does the same, tonguing me hard in return, tangling her fingers in my hair.
“Gross! Asher, don’t come down. They’re kissing!” I hear Evan yell at her brother.
“It’s a day ending in ‘y,’” replies Asher. “When are they not kissing?”
Sera giggles against my mouth. I chuckle, too.
“We did good by them, I think,” I murmur.
“We did.” She hums in happy satisfaction and brings her lips back for a second round. I draw her close and let my hands roam amongst the familiar curves and valleys. My whole world is here—Sera, Asher, and Evan. I’m truly blessed.