At the Gibson residence, Cayden was sitting on the couch as he wrapped his left arm around the silent Avery while fidgeting with the crystal clear wine glass with his right hand. He looked like he had all the time in his life.
Under the setting sun, the crimson liquid only accentuated the fairness of the man's smooth hands.
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