"Exactly." Sophie is almost smiling, something infinitely gentle in her expression. There's nothing possessive or jealous in her gaze as she watches Connor's fingers trace over John's face.

Then she disappears from John's view, and there's the firm pressure of her forehead against the back of Connor's head, her nose pressing to his nape. Given how they're lying, it's about as close to a now, kiss as she can get.