Chapter 225:
The ones in the jar were beginning to wither, and I wanted to replace them with something beautiful.
A cold breeze greeted my skin the moment I stepped outside.
It was still early in the morning.
The sun hadn’t yet risen, but the surroundings were clear enough for me to see.
Goosebumps prickled my skin when my hands brushed against the wet flowers, damp from the morning dew.
I bit my lip, holding back a smile as memories of Dax and Devin’s fingers played in my mind.
Just like the cold wind, their touch sent shivers down my spine, leaving sparks I would never forget.
I walked deeper into the woods carefully, my legs still aching from my last heated encounter with them.
Each time they tried to massage my sore muscles, we never made it past a few strokes before passion took over, leaving me craving more.
Their presence alone heightened my desires—
And everything about them strangely reminded me of Damon.
A dull pain shot through my thighs, radiating down to my feet when I tried to move faster.
The woods were home to snakes, and they were one of my greatest fears.
Despite the discomfort, I quickened my pace.
I hadn’t gone far when something caught my eye.
Lᴀτєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєl𝑠.𝒸oм
Excitement fluttered in my chest as I spotted marigolds scattered along a small path.
Quickly, I knelt and gathered them, placing each delicate bloom into the basket clutched in my arm.
My eyes scanned the area as I searched for another flower before heading home.
A bunch of lilies caught my attention, their delicate petals swaying in the early morning breeze.
Quickly, I hurried over and plucked them, placing them carefully inside the basket, making sure to separate them.
White lilies with a touch of purple—beautiful and perfect.
As the sun began to rise, I made my way back to the house, bouncing along the bushy path with excitement.
Curiosity tugged at me, and I paused to check Dax and Devin’s trap, wondering if they had caught anything.
Nothing.
Frustration flickered through me as my eyes darted between the empty trap and my feet.
Stupid trap.
The same one that had nearly ripped my foot apart.
I hissed in irritation, stomping toward the house when a deep frown settled on my face.
I had left the front door open.
