"...my love."
Soren felt a familiar warmth as her lips brushed against his, light as a feather. Unfortunately, it only lasted for a moment.
'...'
They stared at each other as the silence stretched between them. Then, slowly, matching smiles spread across their faces.
"...Hehe."
"...Pfft."
They both laughed, and Ethea leaned forward, burying her face against his chest, her shoulders still shaking. Soren wrapped his arms around her and held her close, gently resting his chin on top of her head.
They stayed like that for a while, neither wanting to move. Eventually, their breathing evened out, and their eyes drifted closed.
[Ding!]
Soren's eyes snapped open. He was in his mental space, sitting cross-legged on the familiar floor of his consciousness.
'Already complete?'
He muttered to himself and watched as messages came one after another.
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[Investment detected.]
[Target: Ethea Everly]
[Analyzing Investment...]
