He leaned back against Finn, almost leisurely, the warm kiss on his neck more reassuring than he’d like to admit. Mostly, though, he was pleased. She was getting flustered and it was reminding him of the first time they’re all met, their clumsy overtures at romance.

It was nostalgic.

“You’re welcome to join us whenever you wish,” he practically purred. He didn’t remind her that she’d requested stairs, mostly because he wanted her close. The closer it was, the clearer she’d feel the echoes of her husbands’ pleasure. Maybe that would be enough to convince her to give in?