Lord Jethro couldn't help but chuckle softly, almost shyly, at how tightly they were holding his hands, as if they didn't want to let him go yet.
He felt his face warming, a heat creeping up his cheeks that he couldn't quite hide.
"Stop it," he said, his voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. "It's already hard enough for me to walk away from the two of you right now. You're not making it any easier."
They released his hands slowly and hesitantly, as if they had somehow planned to hold onto him at the same time and let go at the same time, but they hadn't.
It wasn't planned.
They had simply found themselves doing it, moving together without thinking, as though their hearts had silently agreed before their minds ever could.
