Mrs Edith set the tray down on the low coffee table between the couch and her armchair, her movements steady but her eyes still soft with residual fear.
"Eat. Slowly," she said gently with a slight smile on her face. "Your two have been through so much tonight. Something warm will help settle you."
With that, Edith stepped briefly into the kitchen to get something.
Mia and Stan sat close together on the couch, thighs pressed warmly against each other.
The short crimson dress had ridden up slightly on Mia's thick, plush thighs, the fabric clinging to her generous curves. Stan's hand rested casually but possessively on her waist, thumb tracing small, soothing circles over the thin material.
Just soon after that moment Mrs Edit returned and settled into the armchair across from them.
