"Oh, gonna kiss me?" Talin teased, stepping into him.
Wraythe took a step back. "I mean them!"
"But I want to kiss you!" Talin taunted.
Groaning in defeat, Wraythe just stopped and turned his cheek. "That's all you're getting, Talin."
So Talin gave him a peck just under his eye. "For that, I'll let you cuddle when you take your nap later. Or maybe you should snuggle up with Anver."
And Peyron watched their entire interaction with a wistful smile on his lips. "Definitely god-touched," he said softly. "There's no other way to describe that perfection."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Exactly."