Carolina kisses fiercely, like she wants to drink him down and take in everything that he is. It leaves him shuddering and needing more. Her hands slide down over his shoulders, one of them gripping against the side of his neck to hold him still. And that, that would be enough, but York is there too, there and trying to drag him apart with a hot mouth and the flick of his tongue.

No, he was wrong, it will never be enough. He gasps when York pulls away, and pants his protest against Carolina's lips until she laughs at him.