“Spencer?”
Elizabeth’s voice shudders with unshed tears even as Edward’s hand grips her hip his other hand clenches around his knife, her softness making him pause even as he takes his rival in. Spencer. Her other lover.
“Who is…”
“The one who dried her tears.”
Edward’s voice is low, husky with rage and worry. Spencer steps closer and he adjusts his grip on the knife. He can’t let her go, not now… but perhaps…
“A Rival…”
“Or A lover…”
Elizabeth’s voice is soft, hopeful, her eyes flickering between them both and Edward considers the man again, her hope is so gentle and bright he almost smiles, then shrugs, letting the knife drop, sizing the man up one more time before letting his lips press to Spencer’s.
Spencer hesitates, noting the hope in Elizabeth’s eyes, the way that Edward’s lips feel against his own is new, pleasing in the warmth, the gentleness of it, his lips open a little, accepting the kiss before beckoning Elizabeth closer, the two kissing her before Spencer smiles at Edward.
“She still a little whiner?”
“Mmm, she’s learning to let go louder… maybe we can teach her to scream for us?”
