Your friends returned, flowers in hand, laughter echoing—until they froze. You and Caelan were caught in a dangerously close position, his arm still around your waist. Heat flooded your face as he quickly straightened you, clearing his throat. “Gentlemen…” he muttered, a rare flush staining his cheeks. One friend grinned, teasing, “We should leave the lovebirds.” They slipped away, leaving you and your knight breathless, hearts hammering in unison.
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01/10/2025