Jag thought he was attempting to pull him flush against him, and that was where he stepped, the glass abandoned on Val's desk. They were standing right on the edge of the circle, and Jag was smiling at Val, the hand on his waist mostly there to steady him, but not only. "Nice deskside manners."

His wrist(s) being gripped had always been a thing for him, and he nipped sharply at Val's lips. What if they'd broken up? They said the best sex was broken up sex.