Raphael crossed his arms, smirking just a little.
“Luna’s a quick study.”
Dad cleared his throat. “Right. Well… we should head to lunch. Family time.”
Mom nodded, but she gave me that look—the one that says we’ll talk later.
As we left the room, I hung back for one second. Raphael caught my wrist gently, pulled me close while my parents were ahead.
“Be good out there,” he murmured against my ear. “Think about us. About how we’ll pick up right where we left off when they’re gone.”
Caleb brushed past, fingers trailing my lower back. “Text us when you’re free, peanuts. We’ve got plans for that pretty mouth.”
I shivered. Nodded. Then I hurried after my parents, thighs slick again already, counting the minutes until visitation ended and I could slip back upstairs to my room, to my boys,
