The tension between Seraphina and Lucian was palpable as they stood outside her room. They had already said goodnight, but neither of them moved. Their gazes were locked, and with each passing second, the air grew thicker.
The quiet calm between them shifted, turning into something deeper, something filled with longing.
Seraphina's heart raced as she stood there, the pulse of desire quickening in her veins. She couldn't recall how they ended up like this. Everything was calm and normal between them just moments ago, but now there was only sexual tension.
She wasn't sure who made the first move—her or him—but suddenly, their lips collided, and everything else fell away. His kiss was fierce, filled with the months of longing they had both kept buried.
