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“Come here,” I whisper, pulling Spencer closer to me. Our bodies press against each other, the heat of our skin a reminder of the passion we’ve just shared.
“Thank you,” she says slowly, her green eyes shimmering with emotion.
“Anytime,” I reply, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. It’s an unspoken promise and one I fully intend to keep.
Lying beside her, I can feel the warmth of Spencer’s body as we share in our intimate embrace. The rise and fall of her chest against mine synchronize our breaths, creating a rhythm that only we can understand. It’s in this moment that I realize our connection has grown deeper than either of us could have known.
As the night fades into the early hours of the morning, we drift off to sleep, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in unison. And as I hold Spencer close, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against mine, I think that this—whatever it means—is just beginning.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” I whisper, pressing one last kiss to her temple.
“Goodnight,” she signs in response, her breath warm against my skin.
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The warm sun streams through the curtains, casting a golden glow over our entwined bodies. My eyes flutter open as I feel Spencer shift against me, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
“Morning, sunshine,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her green eyes sparkle with mischief as she grins up at me.
She replies, tracing patterns on my skin.
“Are you hungry?” I get a nod in response and a shy smile.
We untangle ourselves from the sheets, and I keep stealing glances at Spencer as she moves around the room, gathering clothes for the day. The way she carries herself—confident, yet soft—never fails to captivate me, casting a spell over me that scares me in the same way it pulls me to go for more.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Spencer
Later,afterbreakfastanda nap, the warmth of Percival’s body envelopes me as I stir awake, his strong arms wrapped around me like a cocoon. My initial thoughts are clouded by the haze of sleep, but as they clear, I’m struck with the realization that this is no dream.
He gently turns me to face him, and our eyes lock. We’re close, so close that I can see the flecks of gold in his irises, and I muse if he can see the same in mine.
Our lips meet in a languid kiss, a slow dance of passion and exploration. As our connection deepens, so does the urgency between us. Our bare skin brushes against each other, igniting a fire that consumes us both.
With a tender touch, Percival guides me onto my back, never breaking eye contact. He leans down, capturing my lips once more, and I wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to keep him close.
As our bodies move together in a dance of passion and desire, the intensity of the connection between us kicks the air out of me. It’s as if we were always meant to find each other. Two lost souls navigating the chaos of life.
“Spencer,” I can see him breathing my name. A smile pulls my lips up, my heart swelling at the knowledge that it’s me who can bring him such ecstasy.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg. Percival is nothing like the party-loving womanizer I’d first met; beneath the surface lies a vulnerability that has drawn us together. And as our bodies continue their intimate dance, I know I’m falling deeper and deeper into uncharted territory.
“Never,” he promises, his eyes locked on mine as our world narrows to this moment, just Spencer and Percival, entwined in a passion that transcends time and space.
But just as our lips are about to meet, my phone vibrates beside my pillow, jolting me back to reality. With a groan, I reach for it, my fingers fumbling as I unlock the screen.
“Gianna?” Percival asks, propping himself up on one elbow to peer over my shoulder.
“Yes,” I say, scanning the text. “She wants to know when I’m coming back to the city.”
“Anything important?” He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his fingertips feather-light against my cheek.
“Something about an incident…” I frown, typing out a response.
Me: G, what’s this note you’re talking about?
Percival watches me intently, concern etching his brow as he waits for Gianna’s reply. The silence is palpable, our earlier flirtation forgotten as we both sense the gravity of this mysterious message.
