After our conversation in the garden, Lydia and I joined the others for lunch. The food was delicious, but I found myself unable to focus. My mind kept drifting to Lydia—her presence, her scent, her touch.
I couldn't help but steal glances at her, my thoughts becoming more and more heated. This wasn't like me. Sure, I loved her, desired her, but this was different. It was intense, overwhelming.
"Aurelia, are you okay?" Lydia's voice pulled me back to the present. She was looking at me with concern.
"Yes, I'm fine," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired."
She nodded, though she didn't seem convinced. Before I could say more, a servant approached Lydia, whispering something in her ear. Lydia excused herself and left the table, her elegant figure moving gracefully across the room.
I couldn't help but stare at her, my eyes tracing the curve of her waist, the sway of her hips. The desire building inside me was almost unbearable.
