Seraphine's big sister
I sat on the bench, my eyes fixed on Seraphine as she trained in the distance. Her body moved with a grace and power that was impossible to ignore. The way her muscles flexed and glistened with sweat under the morning sun was mesmerizing. I hated to admit it, but Seraphine had a body that could turn heads, and right now, it was turning mine.
I wondered what it would feel like to run my hands over those muscles, to feel their strength under my fingertips. The thought made my cheeks flush with heat, and I shook my head, trying to banish the image. This was the woman who had killed Jade, my lover. The betrayal still cut deep, and the idea of being attracted to Seraphine felt like a betrayal to Jade's memory.
"I should get out of here," I muttered to myself, standing up abruptly. I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off Seraphine and these confusing feelings.