"I've tried to fight this, but you are my weakness." Iris by Pastel Ghost.
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After a deep breath, Serena looked out of the carriage Thomas rode on, gently directing the carriage to its destination, the wind was soft, but Serena could still hear the low curly whispers with her enriched hearing. All her senses clear aside from her mind.
The time she shared with Will, kissing him, touching him and feeling him had been a permanent stap in her mind, and Serena was unsure if hated it or craved more of him.
However, Serena wasn't sure if Will had actually liked her, had pondered if he was only sexually infatuated with her. Though, she couldn't forget the soft hints of his fixation.
With a frown, Serena gently bit her lip. Had she overlooked Will? Had dismissed his signs of affection towards her due to the destructive mask of a personality he usually showed. Nevertheless, the story he revealed to Serena about his sister, Ella, and how he got her killed had been another focus point in her mind.
Now with her arms crossed, Serena had wondered if he exposed himself to other people so they could ease their suspicions of him. Like, Tessa?
Serena then touched her lip.
She wanted more of that kiss. She had wanted more of Will. She had remembered that night when she touched herself with him in her mind. Serena had now been content they had similar dreams of each other.
The carriage had then come to a stop, the halt had caused Serena to snap out of her thoughts, had now focused on Thomas who had now opened the door, she had stared at him, had wondered if she looked like a madwoman.
"You always go to interesting settings," Thomas said as he helped her down.
Serena smiled, before she comically pointed her nose up. "That's what happens when you're popular," she smiled.
As she made it to the surface, Serena had then pulled out something from one of her pockets Victorian women usually wear, it had been a bracelet. "A gift," Serena smiled. "For always doing favours for me," she said and then passed it onto Thomas.
