Adeline closed her eyes in the bath, her lips slightly parting. She slowly leaned back and opened them, her gaze falling on the intricate architecture that hovered above the ceilings.
Slowly, she moved her hand to her lips, feeling the slight tingles that erupted all over again, like she was still in that bath, or that bush path, Lucan slightly hovering above her.
The only man that had ever known how she tasted was Evander, and the last person she expected to know... was probably Lucan. Now he did, and she did not know where the lines were anymore.
It was all just a blur of feelings and regrets, and sometimes, she was inclined to wonder if part of his regret was taking her.
But she could tell. Hell, she knew it was not. The way he had kissed her, his hand on her waist, the gentle assertiveness……
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