Saoirse
We surfaced from the water, both of us breathless—my lips swollen from all the kissing, my body humming with heat that refused to die down. I stumbled back onto the mossy bank, and he followed, shaking droplets from his hair like a wild thing.
We found our clothes draped over the gnarled trunk of the ancient tree, the one that had been witness to every stolen glance, every whispered promise, and now… this.
Cyrus chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling from his chest like sin wrapped in velvet. “What excuses are you gonna feed them this time, Princess?”
I rolled my eyes, snatching the cloth he tossed me and running it over my dripping hair. “No. You are covering for me,” I shot back, my voice laced with mock sarcasm. “You’re the one who dragged me into the lake, remember?”
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