Olivia and Heather were so deeply engrossed in their passionate kiss that the world around them faded into oblivion. Their tongues intertwined, their hands hungrily exploring each other's bodies beneath the fabric of their clothes.
Amid their lustful haze, Heather's desperate attempts to open the door went unnoticed. She was driven by the hope that everyone was still preoccupied in the garden, blissfully unaware of their secret rendezvous. The last thing they wanted was for their intimate connection to be exposed.
It was an extraordinary situation, to say the least, to have a woman you once dated in your ordinary life end up in a competition for the king's hand, especially when both of his current brides were undeniably entangled in a profound love for each other.
"I miss you," Heather whispered, her voice filled with longing, as she reluctantly pulled her lips away from Olivia's.