Third-person POV
The moment Seraphina realized that she wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon, she snapped out of her daze, reminding herself that she needed to let Darius know.
With a reluctant sigh, she pulled away from Electra's lips, her fingers lingering against Electra's jaw as she whispered, "Give me a minute."
Electra exhaled sharply, her eyes narrowing just slightly, but she nodded.
Seraphina took a step back and turned toward the corner of the storage room where her dress and purse were lying in an unceremonious heap. She moved quickly, snatching up her purse and digging through it for her phone.
As she typed out a quick message to Darius, her mind was still clouded with the taste of Electra's lips, the warmth of her body, and the way her hands had gripped Seraphina's waist like she had no intention of letting go.
Her message was simple:
"This is going to take longer than I thought. Make up an excuse if anyone asks for me."
