SIGRID

Silas tensed the moment I got close, his breathing growing heavier, and I could hear the rapid hammering of his heart against my chest.

He remained rigid in my grasp as I wrapped my arms around his back, my face burying itself in his neck.

His hair tickled my nose, and that delicious citrus scent clung to his skin—like a tree heavy with ripe oranges.

For some reason, I suddenly craved a juicy orange.

"Just a few seconds. We're only pretending, Silas," I whispered, slightly worried.

"Mmm, more… kiss me more…" My embarrassing moans echoed in the silence of the street.

Goddess, I was so grateful for the darkness—I was embarrassing myself.

"Mmm, touch me more there… faster…" I moaned against his neck.

Any second now, I expected Silas to shove me away, maybe even choke me, but he just stood there, still, tense, enduring my grasp and my ridiculous wailing right in his ear.

Curious footsteps approached.

I spotted some metal trash bins nearby and kicked them over, making a loud racket