Ethan didn't answer. His hands stayed on Lilith's waist, steady and relaxed. His eyes moved between them, a little slower now, like he was soaking in everything without having to speak.
Lilith shifted slightly, her legs adjusting around his lap, her body pressing even closer. She reached back, picked up a small dessert cube, and brought it to her lips, biting it in half.
The other half, she pressed gently to his lips, feeding him again without a word.
Seraphina, standing now beside his chair, began to feed him from her side, another fruit slice, then a piece of meat dipped in sauce. Her movements were just as slow and intentional.
He was no longer focused on the food.
He was focused on them.
The way Lilith leaned into him with every bite, how her lips lingered when she shared hers. The way Seraphina's hand would brush his jaw or slide across his shoulder between bites.
Every movement was smooth, and every touch felt natural, like something they'd done a thousand times.
