Party of Three

Aranea’s hand stopped at your waist, where her thumb rubbed gentle circles against your hip. “You never know unless you ask, babe. And besides. You like him, and I like you, and he’s also not too bad to look at. And,” she added, leaning in close and teasing your lower lip with her teeth. “It is your birthday, after all. What kind of gentleman in his right mind would deprive a girl of what she wants most on her special day?” You sighed and nodded. “Okay. Let’s talk to Ignis tomorrow.”