Even from behind Connor, Sophie can feel the minute that John gives over to feeling instead of thinking. She gives the back of Connor's neck a biting kiss and then her weight shifts, moving fluidly over both boys until she's lying behind John.

Her breath is warm on his neck, and she isn't particularly soft and curved either where she's pressed to his back. One of her hands slips beneath John's neck, elbow bending into a pillow of sorts that lets her run fingers through his unstyled hair. The other hand reaches over John's hip to Connor's, her thumb tracing the arc of his hipbone under his shirt.

Her lips are just slightly cool, but her tongue is warm when it darts out to taste the skin over his pulse.