<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla shook her head</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">. “I’m not certain it does have anything to do with the fact that we both have feelings for you. I was referring to how the two of us feel about continuing to work on strengthening the bond.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she tried to clarify once more. She relaxed back in her chair, enjoying the feeling of him massaging her muscles, sore from last night still. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi sat up straight then, with an expression of realization and intrigue on his face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “Actually, I think it does.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he said, looking over at the two of them. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Ayla. we always try to give each other our personal space. Like we’re intruding on something. But with Lucian, it’s different. So neither of us feel quite as obligated to hold back… almost as if… we’ve been subconsciously holding ourselves back this entire time, not letting the connection grow with us, because we were so hell bent on making sure the other one had their privacy.” </span>