SERAPHINE
I sat on the edge of the couch, my breathing still uneven, fingers resting against my lips as if I could still feel the ghost of his presence there.
Azrael stood a few steps away from me, calm.
Completely calm.
As if nothing had just happened.
The dim lights of the apartment traced the hard lines of his figure broad shoulders under his dark shirt, the sharp angle of his jaw, the quiet strength in the way he carried himself. His expression was unreadable, almost amused.
I stared at him, confused.
A moment ago the air between them had been burning.
Now he looked perfectly in control.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
"That's it?" I asked softly, my voice still slightly breathless.
Azrael tilted his head, watching me with those dark eyes that always seemed to see too much.
"Did you expect something else?" he asked calmly.
The question made my chest tighten.
Of course I had.
The tension that had built between us earlier had been overwhelming. Every look, every small touch, every quiet moment of closeness had felt like it was leading somewhere.
But now he was standing there like none of it had mattered.
I crossed my arms lightly, trying to regain some composure.
"You're unbelievable," I muttered.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Slightly amused.
He stepped closer again, slow and deliberate.
My heartbeat instantly betrayed me.
"Damn "I'm literally wet not just wet , cute or damp, I'm soaked
Even after everything, my body reacted to him without permission.
He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him again.
Azrael leaned down slightly.
His voice dropped lower.
"Relax, Seraphina."
The way he said my name sent a quiet shiver down my spine.
His fingers briefly brushed a loose strand of my hair away from her face.
The touch lasted barely a second.
But it felt deliberate.
Like he knew exactly what it would do to me.
I swallowed.
"You're playing games," I said quietly.
Azrael didn't deny it.
Instead he straightened, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve like nothing important had happened.
"I prefer patience."
My eyes narrowed.
"You just spent the last hour driving me insane."
"Gosh I wish he could just do something my panties are soaked"
I murmured silently.
He finally looked directly at me again.
"That was the point."
My mouth opened slightly in disbelief.
Before I could respond, he picked up his jacket from the chair.
The sudden shift made me blink.
"You're leaving?" I asked.
"Yes."
That single word somehow irritated me more than anything else.
"You're serious?"
Azrael slipped on the jacket calmly, his movements smooth and effortless.
"Very."
I stood up quickly.
"After everything tonight you're just going to walk out?"
He paused near the door.
For a moment he simply looked at her.
Then he said quietly,
"You'll think about it."
Her stomach tightened.
"About what?"
His gaze held mine.
"Tonight."
And then he opened the door.
Just like that.
No dramatic goodbye.
No explanation.
He walked out.
The door closed softly behind him.
And suddenly the apartment felt much too quiet.
I ran to the bathroom pulled of my skirt
Looked down shock .
Mortification and desire tangled inside of me
I yanked them off ,trace my finger through my clirt "Ahh ", my nipples hard and my legs trembling.
Shit this is so unfair .
Later That Night
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling.
I had changed into comfortable clothes hours ago.
But sleep refused to come.
Every time I closed her eyes, the memories returned.
The way he had looked at me.
The quiet confidence in his voice.
The deliberate touches that had lasted just long enough to leave me unsettled.
My hand moved to my forehead as I sighed.
"Unbelievable,"I muttered to myself.
No one had ever done this to me before.
Men usually chased me.
They tried too hard.
But Azrael…
He didn't chase.
He simply walked away.
And somehow that was worse.
My mind replayed the moment again the way he had brushed my hair aside, the faint smile on his face when I lost my composure.
I turned onto my side, burying my face into the pillow.
Why was I thinking about him this much?
It had just been teasing.
Nothing more.
But my body still remembered the tension of being that close to him.
The unfinished moment.
The unanswered question hanging between us.
My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand.
I grabbed it quickly.
For a brief second I thought it might be him.
But it wasn't.
Just a notification.
I dropped the phone back down with a frustrated sigh.
"Ridiculous," I whispered.
Yet even as I tried to sleep again, one thought stayed stubbornly in my mind.
Azrael had been right.
I was thinking about it.
About him.