Hertha was like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes darting to the door in panic.

Oh no, her mom was back!

Of all the times for her mom to return!

Hertha leaped up, rushing to Alaric, grabbing his shoulders with a tense expression.

Alaric, with a smirk playing on his lips and his charming eyes lifting in amusement, looked at her mischievously.

"What's the rush? Can't wait any longer?"

"Cut the crap, get up!" Hertha pulled him to his feet, looking around desperately for a hiding spot.

But the key was already turning in the lock, the door about to open.

him to crouch down. She bent over, trying to shove him

big enough for Alaric's arm, but Hertha wasn't thinking clearly about the size of the gap, only

to see Hertha pushing a man's head down, trying to squeeze him next to the couch. Kimberly

a beat, and as she turned, she met

Hertha hadn't even begun to explain when Alaric started to resist, raising his head and straightening his shoulders with a frown, "Hertha, where exactly are you trying to hide

words in

conjured images of Hertha and Alaric kissing passionately on the couch, Hertha attempting to undress

was thrilling, too intimate for

clear? He has issues with you having two kids, he's

me!" Hertha winced in pain, her ear feeling like it was about

Alaric, realizing Kimberly's words

at

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