Seraphina’s POV

Laying in my bed, wearing some loose PJs with wet hair from my shower. Annika was in the next room over, sleeping soundly by the sound of the baby monitor.

The ache between my legs hadn’t gone away. Not even with how much I twisted and turned, trying not to think about how Kit touched me in the kitchen.

And how good it felt.

But damn it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Kit swam through my head, the memory of his lips brushing ...