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Chapter 372 Teeth and Velvet

ผู้เขียน: Judith GW
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-06-01 22:12:44

Hilda

I smell the lie on Scarlett before she even opens her mouth.

It’s not a big one. Just the kind meant to keep things calm. She breezes through the inn’s front door in a too-light mood, brushing non-existent crumbs from her sleeves and offering Erik a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

He believes it. I don’t. Cerelia doesn’t either. Her eyes flick over Scarlett with a knowing glint. But we both keep quiet.

Because what the hell do you say to someone holding herself together with silk thread and stubbornness? Thank the gods Arlo and I gave her a double dose of stubbornness when we made her.

Instead, I retreat into the kitchen and start peeling potatoes with a vengeance. Arlo finds me there ten minutes later. He always does the moment he knows I’m upset.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just comes up behind me, wraps those big arms around my waist and presses his face into the crook of my neck.

I sigh. “I’m going to start charging rent if you keep lurking behind me like this.” His
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    ChrisElliott doesn’t say anything at first. He just curls his fingers into the front of my shirt, tugging me into the tent like he needs me.Not in that frantic, desperate way we used to touch. Like if we didn’t hurry, we’d shatter. No.This is slower. Hungrier.We’ve been here before. Dozens of times. Naked, tangled, trembling. But this... this is something else entirely.He kisses me like he already knows how it’ll end, and wants to savor every damn second before we get there.And I lose myself in it. Giving myself over to him completely.Because there’s something worshipful about the way he moves tonight.The way he traces my jaw with his fingertips.The way he kisses the corner of my mouth before slanting his lips over mine again, deeper, wetter. Like he’s tasting a memory and burning it into his tongue.“Clothes,” he murmurs against my throat. “Off. Now.”I chuckle, but I don’t disobey.I happily shrug out of my shirt, tossing it somewhere I won’t care about later, and catch him

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