C15 Epilogue

Seth, Nineteen Months Later

It had been a long, exhausting day. The mission had pulled me from bed. Those were the comm pings I hated the most. The ones where I had Chloe pressed to my front, like two spoons in a drawer. My arm was slung over her, my palm settled perfectly so it cupped her breast. It was the same position we always slept unless Dorian grabbed her first