Warm sheets, soft breathing, and the quiet hum of the late evening.

You’re tucked between them—Claire’s lips brushing against yours while Jill’s hands trail down your back, pressing just enough to make your skin tingle. The three of you move together with an un-practiced ease, a rhythm that doesn’t need words. Only the soon-to-be familiar touches of lips, hands, and bodies.

Your fingers trace along Claire’s jaw, tilting her face closer for a slow, teasing kiss. Jill’s lips follow a trail down your shoulder, her touch slowing even as your heart races. And, for a moment, you let yourself forget everything outside this bed. Forget the world, forgot worries, forgot the rest of life.

But then, between soft kisses, they swear they hear you murmur, “What about… Leon?”

Claire just hums against your mouth, pulling back just enough to smile. And Jill leans in closer, teeth catching your ear before whispering down it.

“Don’t worry about him,” Jill says, voice low and warm, eyes twinkling. “We’ve got that all figured out.”