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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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__________ About five minutes went by before Serena realized she lost her fucking mind. Her cheeks felt about as hot as the sun as she registered Connor there, naked, and herself next to him on the sofa, naked.
"Oh my god." Serena mumbled and grabbed the throw blanket on the sofa pulling it over herself, although covering herself now was done in vain.
Connor had already seen every part of her, probably tasted every part too.
She had no clue what came over her, she must have gotten possessed by some succubus.
"That was-" Connor started but Serena shot him a glare.
"No shh! That was nothing, get out of my house now." Her heart was beating fast as every detail came flooding back drowning her heart in heat that flushed her cheeks.
"What?"
"You heard me. We never speak of this."
He knitted his eyebrows together, "that's kinda-"
"Never. Speak. Of. It." She wrapped the blanket around her body as Connor jumped into his pants (which took a second to find.)
"You'd be the one to talk about it. I have no problems with flings and fun, unlike you." He shot at her while she pushed him towards her door, his shirt barely on.
"Oh I promise I will have no issues with that. It happened, and now it will only live in this moment, in this living room right now." She panted, her heart swelling so much she felt like she needed to vomit.
Connor stood on her porch, his hair so messy but looked so good on him bathed in the moonlight. She just now noticed it was a full moon as it reflected in his eyes.
They stared at each other for a minute, his lips pink and a couple hickeys littered his neck and collar bone. His clothes wrinkled and haphazardly put on.
Connor raised an eyebrow at her as she squirmed under his intense gaze. God she wanted to slap that look off his face for making her like this.
"But that moment will die after I close this door. Completely erase from existence, you understand?" Serena breathed clutching her large oak door.
He nodded slowly, refusing to break his anaconda gaze on her. She felt like she was going to explode, she couldn't break away either.
"But if that's the case then...-" he spoke softly moving forward as he did.
He grabbed the side of her face, slipping his fingers into her hair cupping the back of her head, he kissed her once more.
Serena's eyes closed and she melted forwards into the hot kiss her tongue desperately trying to remember his taste.
And when he pulled away, she didn't waste a second, and shut the door.
