Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Jan 3, 2022 0:42:58 GMT
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The cool lake felt absolutely incredible against his hot skin. And this time . . . it was not the heat of a fever. But rather, the heat of arousal. His desire for her had built and unexpectedly manifested in a rather, inconvenient time. Especially with where Sophie's hand was so innocently reaching. Innocent. That was precisely what she was. So innocent to his sudden desires and . . . he preferred to presently keep it this way. Which was why he had climbed out the window and made his way straight to the lake where he stripped off all his clothing and stepped inside, covering his lower region and closing his eyes as he basked in the relief it provided him. ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ After some time of wading through the water, certain his arousal had waned -- even if he so strongly desired to alleviate himself of it another way -- he knew he should eventually return to the house. Wanting to be sure prolonged his stay but his eyes suddenly opened when he had an odd sort of feeling. A feeling, that he was being watched. He looked around, not seeing anyone but . . . that didn't mean no one was there. He had a sort of, odd intuition. ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ One that did not occur often. It had happened when his father passed away, and at another time that he did not like bringing to the surface of his memory. And now . . . he felt it again. He scanned the area, not seeing or hearing anyone and yet . . . he trusted his instinct. He trusted this, intuition. To the point that he took the risk to verbalize what he believed. "Sophie Beckett, I know you're there!" He called out, rather confidently . . . considering he had not actually seen her. But in some sort of strange way, he could feel her. Tag Sophia Beckett |
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