La'an knew she was always judged unfairly because of her surname.
She knew she was nothing like her ancestor. If Khan were here today, he would call her flawed, tell her she was a disgrace, and she honestly didn't care. She had a life she liked, a partner who loved her, and she was content.
Feeling comforting arms wrap around her from behind, La'an leaned into Christine's embrace.
"You're overthinking again, aren't you?"
"I am," La'an sighed, turning to face Christine.
"How can I help?
"I need a distraction," La'an replied. Closing the gap between them, she tenderly kissed Christine.
