Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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Duke deepened the kiss before we heard the front door closing behind Sergio.
Duke's free hand was squeezing my ass under the t-shirt, roaming and exploring while leaving invisible scorching marks that set my body ablaze.
I felt myself melting into him, but a small voice was telling me to stop, or I will end up sleeping again and probably make the rest of Sergio's plants bloom in the apartment next door.
How am I supposed to explain that?
I pulled out of the kiss with difficulty.
"I should shower…", I said breathily and the fact that I was gripping Duke's shoulders spoke volumes about my unwillingness to move away from him.
"Serina…", Duke growled and nuzzled my neck with his nose. Why did I find this small act so intimate?
"Do you really want to shower now?", his lips tickled my skin.
