"Of course not," Sigfri replied, surrendering to her lover’s caresses. "To the world, we are best friends. And for any suspicions, we always have your boyfriend—the loyal substitute who serves as our screen."Paris’s smile transformed into a shadow of desire. Her fingers, which had previously been tracing circles on Sigfri’s arm, now climbed with a torturous slowness over her shoulder, sliding the fabric of her dress away."Sometimes I forget he is just a screen," she murmured, her voice a low, warm whisper against Sigfri’s skin. "Because when I am with you, no one else exists."She leaned in, and their lips met. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but of recognition. A slow, deep kiss that spoke of shared secrets and nights like this, stolen from a world that would never understand them. Paris’s tongue brushed Sigfri’s lips, asking for permission, and she granted it willingly."Dorian only seeks power, possession," Sigfri whispered between kisses, her hands finding Paris’s waist and pul
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