Alaric stood rooted to the spot, digesting Hertha's words before the penny dropped. He hurried after her, "Hertha, they're newlyweds, basking in their honeymoon bliss. Is it really right for me to intrude and expect thanks?"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Hertha said.

"Every moment of a honeymoon is precious, don't you know?" Alaric said.

"I wouldn't know; I've never had one," Hertha replied nonchalantly, not slowing her pace.

"How can you say you've never had one? Three years ago, we had our moment, and that night gave us two beautiful kids," Alaric whispered, edging closer to Hertha with a mischievous grin, his words laced with an intimacy only they could understand.

Just thinking about that night made Alaric's throat tighten and warmth spread through his abdomen.

feel this way. Just the thought of her was enough to

with whom he never wanted a second encounter, let alone to

just once, she had lingered in his heart, impossible

its sweet intoxication, would swirl

more his heart yearned for her, craving even a

flitting from flower to flower, Alaric

he had fallen into the quagmire

words, coupled with his roguishly charming demeanor,

she instinctively recoiled, stopping in her tracks

Hertha hissed, bristling like

could I be mocking you? I

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