Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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I saw Duke inching closer and my heart skipped a beat as I hoped for a steamy kissing session and much more, right among these bushes, but Duke only pecked my lips and stood up, tugging me to get up with him.
"Let's go. We are nearly at our next destination."
I exhaled dejectedly and followed without voicing my complaints. I knew that this was hard for him also. He was holding back because of my "sickness".
The worry in Duke's eyes was eating me from the inside, and I wanted to tell him that I'm immortal and not sick, but then I would need to explain so much more and I was not ready for it.
When would be the right time? I didn't have an answer to this, but I knew that the longer I delay, the harder it will be.
I thought about it more than once.
