Gathering
"Are my buttons properly fastened? Are there any weird stains or liquids on my clothes or skin?"
They had left the alley behind and were now making their way to the training field. Lucien's expression remained impassive and cold. Deep down, he was grinning from ear to ear, reveling in the afterglow of a man who had been thoroughly sated. His confidence and self-assuredness seemed to radiate like an invisible aura.
The same goes for Selee. Her face was still flushed with the aftermath of their intimate encounter. A subtle glow adorned her features, and her cheeks had a slight rosy tint.
Lucien noticed her fidgeting and raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "How many times are you going to ask that?"
Selee paused, gauging his reaction before responding with a huff of annoyance. "And whose fault is that?," she retorted, shooting him a glare.