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Serena’s POV
The first thing I noticed was the heat.
Not the soft warmth of morning sunlight slipping through my curtains—no. This felt more different.
The second thing I noticed was that I was naked.
A slow, creeping awareness slithered up my spine. My sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with sweat, my skin still thrumming with the aftershocks of last night. A deep ache still lingered between my thighs, a sinful soreness that made my cheeks burn as memories rushed back—the slick slide of my fingers, the desperate gasps echoing in my bathroom, the way I’d whispered and moaned for someone who didn’t even exist.
Or at least, someone who shouldn’t exist.
A breath, not mine by the way, moved across my bare shoulder.
Every muscle in my body locked.
Slowly, so slowly, I turned o
