Melissa drew small circles over his chest with one fingertip.
The Goddess's hand rested lightly along his ribs, Melissa's fingertip drifted lower without thinking, over Phei's stomach, close enough to the thick ridge of his cock that his breath caught. The Goddess felt that catch and smiled against his arm but neither of them took him in hand.
For a while, nobody spoke.
Phei could feel the exhaustion behind both women, though neither seemed ready to sleep yet. The worry surrounding Althea had not disappeared simply because the Goddess had reached a bed and Melissa shared herself with the Goddess's burden. It lived quietly beneath the room's peace, a wound left carefully untouched for several breaths because everyone there knew it would still exist whenever they returned to it.
Perhaps that was why Melissa eventually decided to give the night something gentler to hold.
She shifted.
