Ethan P.O.V
I gazed out the window as I swirled the wine in my glass. Though not huge, the backyard was well-kept, and the spring flowers I had requested a while back were now in full bloom.
The sun was starting to dip, casting a reddish mauve hue that brought a sense of calm I had missed after being away from this place for months.
While I savoured the sunset with my glass of wine, I suddenly felt a gentle touch on my back. A pair of slender fingers adorned with beautifully polished nails brushed against me.
Those fingers didn’t just stop there; they began to trace around my waist, and then I felt a warm kiss on my back. I knew exactly who it was, but I didn’t turn around. Instead, I stayed lost at the moment, enjoying the embrace and the familiar scent, all while sipping my wine.
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