Sage asked. The statement was neutral, but as she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel a slight, unwelcome prickle of something she refused to name.
It wasn't jealousy. Well, she was a bit Jealous of Daphne, but she didn't let it grow. What she felt the most now, was… a possessive annoyance.
A quiet reminder that unlike other women in his life, that she didn't have a problem with because they offered him something different she couldn't, Daphne was a different kind, she was a direct rival to her, because they both possessed genius level intellect.
"Yes, I guess so," Zaeryn replied, his hands tracing the curve of her back, content for now to just hold her and let the chaos of the last few minutes settle.
Not long after, they were getting looks from bystanders, watching them kiss in the hallway, so they decided to return into Sage's office.
