In the master suite at Griffith's mansion, Charlotte nestled herself against Griffith’s chest, her hair damp and clinging to her skin. Her breaths were soft and rhythmic, harmonizing with the steady beat of Griffith's heart beneath her ear. Lifting her head, she traced her tongue along his chin.Her arms coiled around his neck as she murmured his name, "Griffith..."In response, Griffith adjusted their positions, pulling the covers down in the process. His movements were slightly uncoordinated, a rare lapse in his usual composure. Charlotte tilted her head back, offering her neck to his eager lips.Suddenly, she broke the silence. "Hey," she said.Griffith's reply was muffled, "What is it?"Biting her lower lip, Charlotte said, "I just remembered. The DVD might have been switched."Griffith hadn't anticipated her thoughts straying to the DVD at this moment. Hastily, he drew the covers back up, enveloping them both in a cocoon of warmth. The oxygen grew thin, their senses heighten
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