...It was nice with you both as well. I haven't slept like that since Romeo was killed.

[ Keith. There's the same twinge there always is. A sharp twist in her chest, a flash of heat behind her eyes. Much to her mortification the heat becomes damp, the damp weighty enough for two or three drops to slide down her cheeks and vanish into Natalia's hair. ]

Nothing stays sweet here. Not for long.