"You're impossible," she whispered.
"I'm yours," he corrected, withdrawing his hand slowly. "And you're mine, they all know that too."
From the front of the team, Dawn's voice drifted back, aggressively casual: "So anyway, does anyone else think the weather's been weird lately? Like, really fascinating cloud formations. I could discuss clouds for hours, hours and hours."
Dimitri grunted. "Shut up, Dawn."
"Just making conversation! About clouds! Which are very loud! Louder than anything else happening right now!"
Victor's chest shook against her back with a laugh he didn't bother hiding. His fingers didn't stop; if anything, they moved faster, deeper, punishing her for the way her body clenched around him at the interruption.
"Ignore him," Victor breathed against her ear. "Look at me."
