After a few minutes, when the last aftershocks had faded.
Ethan lay beside her, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The room was quiet, but their hearts were still racing.
Seraphina shifted closer, her skin warm against his. She reached out, letting her fingers rest on his chest.
"You're not tired?" she asked, a small smile tugging at her lips.
He looked at her, his eyes dark with that same fire. "Not even close."
She bit her lip, cheeks still flushed. "Good."
His hand moved down her side, slow and easy, like he was feeling her all over again. She shivered under his touch, the space between them disappearing fast.
"You're so damn beautiful," he muttered, leaning in until their foreheads touched.
"And you're addictive," she whispered back, eyes half-lidded, voice soft.
They stayed like that for a beat—close, breathing the same air, the warmth building again without needing words.
