It was a quiet night when I realized just how much I needed them.
Vaelora sat beside me on the bed, her back resting against the headboard. She twirled a strand of my hair between her fingers as I leaned into her, my head resting lightly against her shoulder.
Cassius sat on the floor in front of us, legs stretched out, his arm resting on the bed near my knee. His fingers tapped against the fabric absently.
I wanted them to touch me.
No, I needed it.
"You're quiet tonight," Cassius mused, tilting his head.
I swallowed, suddenly unsure of what to say. My fingers clenched around the blanket. "I just… missed you both."
Vaelora made a soft sound, amused. "Is that so?"
I nodded.
She hummed, running her fingers through my hair again, and I nearly sighed at the sensation.
Cassius chuckled, reaching out. His fingers grazed my knee, warm and solid.
I swallowed hard.
"You're a spoiled little thing, aren't you?" His voice was teasing, but his touch was gentle.
