As Grace whispered those words, her warm breath brushed against my ear. I met her eyes, and in that moment, the world around us seemed to fade into the background. The soft glow of the chandeliers, the murmur of distant conversations—all of it blurred into insignificance compared to the woman before me.
"It's more than perfect," I replied, a hidden sly smile playing on my lips. Grace's eyes sparkled with a shared sentiment, and we found ourselves momentarily lost in the silent exchange of emotions, though the lust in my mother's eyes still lay stronger than ever.
Aria, in her innocence, noticed the brief pause in the conversation and looked between us with wide-eyed curiosity. "What are you two talking about?" she asked, the remnants of her playful giggles still lingering.
Grace chuckled, reaching over to tousle Aria's hair. "Just how much we love being together as a family," she said, her gaze shifting to me with a huge wave of affection, love, and desire.
