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Intoxicated By The Wine or The Man?

Penulis: Lazywriter
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-03 21:48:20

[Tyler’s POV]

I had secured a corner table, positioned perfectly so the city lights acted as a backdrop to the setting.

I reached across the linen tablecloth, my fingers brushing against the back of Skye’s hand as I poured her another glass of a vintage that cost more than most people made in a month. I moved with a slow, deliberate grace, playing the part of the smitten gentleman with a precision that would have made my father proud.

"You look breathtaking tonight, Skye," I said, my voice dr
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