Cassian made a low sound against her lips, pleased, and then his hands closed around her waist, and he lifted her from the couch like she was feather-light, drawing her over and settling her astride his lap.
He loved her like this, close, closer, no space left between them. He loved the way her soft curves gave against the hard lines of him, the warmth of her pressed flush to his chest, the small helpless breath she took when he gathered her nearer still.
One hand splayed wide and possessive against the small of her back. The other slid up into her hair, cradling the back of her head, tilting her to exactly where he wanted her, and he kissed her deeper, slower, thoroughly, until she had quite forgotten there had ever been answers to ask for.
And while she was lost in him, the room began to change.
