"I bet you have," Ambrosia purred by way of response, pulse picking up pace as she wondered when she had last felt such an uncomplicated stab of desire. Perhaps her honeymoon? Before the reality of Trystan and his secrets had become apparent. She tilted her face lazily up towards his, letting the ghost of her lips just brush against the corner of his mouth as he hand came to rest flat against his solid chest.

"But actions have far too many consequences," she said with a sigh, pushing him firmly back. "Regretfully I am all too aware of them."

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Ambrosia's got 99 problems but this hot af set from MJ ain't 1 of them