Noah's POV
The water is cool against my skin—almost too cool—but it feels right. After the heat of what we just did, it's like the lake is cradling us, helping us come down from intense, feral cave sex into something holy.
Moonlight streams in through the karst window above, painting the water in shifting shades of silver. Kieran's arms are around me, and for once, there's no tension in my body. No tight coil of stress. No buzzing anxiety. No worries about the Coyotes winning Golden Sun and me keeping my job. Just… quiet.
We drift like that. Sating each other with slow, lazy touches. His fingers trace idle shapes on my back. I press a kiss to the hollow beneath his jaw. He hums, low and content. Even Finnian sighs in my head, finally—finally—at peace.
Neither of us speaks at first. We don't need to.