The cool night air did nothing to ease the heat between them.
Arthur's grip on Amelia's waist tightened, steadying her trembling frame as she swayed unsteadily in his arms. Her body was warm, molded against him in a way that sent a slow burn coursing through his veins. The scent of wine lingered on her breath, mingling with the faint floral fragrance of her skin. Under the silver glow of the moonlight, her glossy eyes shimmered, half-lidded, lost in a haze of intoxication and longing.
"You shouldn't drink so much, sister-in-law," he murmured, his voice lower, more intimate than he intended.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she pressed the cool glass bottle against her flushed cheek. "What else am I supposed to do, Arthur?" she slurred, her voice thick with frustration. "Do you know what it's like to be forgotten? To be left alone for months without a word? To feel like you're nothing to the man who once swore he loved you?"