Seraphina’s POV

Kit stepped inside my room, tossing his bag on top of my bed. My eyes gazed over his arms, the broadness of his shoulders. I ached with longing. A bead of heat flared between my thighs. I was hypersensitive to him, feeling his body heat flush through me.

I missed him.

I missed his arms around me.

His mouth pressed against mine.

I missed how he felt inside of me.

Desire coiled in my belly. We had so much to talk about, ...