"Seraphine?" Edward asked, recognizing the voice instantly.
Her slender arms wrapped tighter around him, pressing her warmth against his back. "Miss me?" she whispered with a soft, mischievous giggle.
He turned quickly, and she was there—sitting behind him on the bed, her arms still loosely draped around his shoulders. Her dark hair spilled down in soft waves, and the faint glow of moonlight that leaked through the curtains gave her an almost ethereal look.
Edward blinked in disbelief. "What are you—" he began, but the words barely left his mouth before she moved.
Her lips met his.
The contact caught him off guard. Her kiss was gentle at first, almost hesitant, but then it deepened, filled with the pent-up emotion she had buried for far too long. Edward froze, his thoughts scattering like broken glass. He hadn't expected her—not here, not like this—but in that brief moment, reason faltered.
