The night air was thick with tension and longing as Lucius and Catherine stood close to each other in the room. The kiss they had shared on the balcony had ignited a fire within them both, but neither of them was quite prepared for what would happen next.
Lucius’s breath was shallow as he gently cupped Catherine’s face, his fingers brushing over the soft skin of her cheeks. His lips hovered just above hers, as if he was waiting for her to give the slightest signal. The world outside no longer existed—there was only the two of them, caught in this electrifying moment of raw emotion.
Catherine’s heart was racing. The kiss had stirred something deep inside her, something she couldn’t quite explain, but she felt an undeniable pull toward him. She hadn’t expected things to go this far so soon
