“You’re smiling,” Justin said, sleepy and contented.
“I’m looking at you,” Kris said reasonably, and ran a hand along his demon’s back: bare skin, as usual more hot than standard human, cuddled up against him in bed. “How’d you even notice? You can’t see me from there.”
“I can feel you, though. All pink and fuzzy. Like that pillow I bought.” Justin, head on Kris’s shoulder, nudged a kiss into Kris’s collarbone. Kris’s whole body tingled with happiness. “My empath. You’re happy.”
“I am.” He was. They were. Here in their penthouse, settled under blankets, amid a chilly night full of clouds and laughter and luminous s*x, they were wonderful. “We’re getting married in three weeks.”
“Yes.” Justin pushed himself up a bit, not enough to dislodge the cuddling; he met Kris’s eyes. His own were
