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❧ perfume and tea ❧
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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of Katherine's bed and breakfast room, casting a golden glow over the space. The sheets were tangled, half-pulled from the bed, and the room was filled with the sound of low murmurs and muffled laughter. Katherine was in bed with Mason, their bodies intertwined as they kissed, their movements slow and languid as they reveled in each other's presence.
Mason's hand slid along Katherine's bare back, his lips trailing down her neck. She smirked, letting out a low chuckle as she pulled him closer, her dark hair fanning out on the pillow beneath her. Everything felt electric between them—charged, heated.
And then the door connected Katherine's room to the next one creaked open.
"Must you do this so early in the morning?" Came a dry, familiar voice.
Mason jolted, immediately pulling away from Katherine in shock, his heart pounding as he turned to face Amalie, eyes wide. "What the hell?"
Katherine, on the other hand, didn't even flinch. She let out an annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes before turning her head to lazily glance at Amalie. "Really, Amalie?" She drawled, her voice laced with irritation. "Is this your version of knocking?"
Amalie's lips curved into a slow smirk, clearly enjoying Mason's startled reaction. "The door was unlocked," she said innocently, gesturing to the connecting door as though that excused her intrusion.
Mason sat up, still catching his breath, his face flushed both from embarrassment and frustration. "Does she always do this?" He asked Katherine, trying to make sense of the situation.
Katherine, completely unbothered, just rolled her eyes again and waved a dismissive hand in Amalie's direction. "Unfortunately," she muttered. Then, with a knowing smirk, she added, "She's just cranky."
Amalie's expression didn't falter, though Ana, who had been standing behind her, invisible to the others, let out an amused snort. "I think you'd rather watch than participate, anyway," Ana teased, standing casually by Amalie's side. "You're such a voyeur."
