A loving touch seemed like something they both had been deprived of. Jessica might have had it before losing her family, maybe even from the only sister she knew. It was something Diego had only received from Grace and a few relationships before they went sour. He was a different person with it than without. The same seemed to be said for his soulmate.

She used words of affirmation in addition to touch and acts of service. The way she gave him space while working on their future home was the way he tried to stay out of her way as a private investigator, only to find him hiding in the shadows from time to time. Diego let a husky laugh rumble from his chest at the grab of his ass and what she said.

"There's only one way to find out," he quipped before another heated kiss. His hand moved from around Jessica to her mirror the way she held him. Diego rocked his hips subconsciously, rubbing his erection that was sandwiched between them.