SERAPHINA’S POV
Nothing tastes sweeter than his lips right now.
Nothing feels as good as the way he holds me tightly, pressing me firmly to his chest, and kissing my lips lightly yet passionately.
He pours all the feelings he can’t put into words into the kiss—feelings I also feel and reciprocate, even without saying them out loud.
I like you.
It’s like a revelation I’ve denied time and time again, but it’s too real, too intense, and too in-my-face to refute anymore.
I realize the subtle signs I’ve ignored have been pointing towards this, passing them off as anything else because all of this is new to me.
Wanting someone so badly that it actually hurts.
I like Artemis Sinclair, and maybe I like him a bit too much.
While I lose myself in him, drowning in the pleasures of being
