They didn't make love again. Instead, they just existed together...touching, kissing, holding, connecting in ways that weren't sexual but were deeply intimate.
Damian's hand found her face, and he simply looked at her, his eyes communicating everything his words couldn't.
Damon kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck...soft kisses that communicated devotion without demanding intensity.
Silas held her hand, their fingers laced together, his thumb stroking gently across her palm.
This was the foundation of their relationship. Not the claiming or the passion, but these quiet moments of connection. These times when they could just be together without any agenda except proximity.
"I never want to take this for granted," Eve said softly. "These moments. These quiet mornings with all of you."
"We won't let you," Silas said. "We'll fight for moments like this even when the world gets complicated."
"Even when being Queen and Luna demands everything from you," Damian added.
