Addie and Wintergreen talking in looks again, but not ones he could read even if he could see Wintergreen's fa---oh. OH.

Wintergreen's body tight against him draws a buck back, the hand along his hip a low noise that's only not a whimper because he won't let it be, and he tipped his head back over Wintergreen's shoulder, baring his throat to them both as he petted Addie, stroked his hand over her breast, across her ribs, up again...