Inside, the air smelled of expensive gin and cedarwood. She was there for the opening of Marcus Thorne’s latest exhibit. Marcus was fifty, a sculptor with salt-and-pepper hair and a way of looking at people that made them feel like they were the only ones in the room.
He leaned in and kissed her—a kiss that tasted of wine and certainty. It wasn't a beginning or an end; it was a continuation. And for Chloe, that was the most romantic storyline of all.
He smiled, a slow crinkle at the corners of his eyes. "Spirited. I like that. Much better than 'difficult.'"
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Inside, the air smelled of expensive gin and cedarwood. She was there for the opening of Marcus Thorne’s latest exhibit. Marcus was fifty, a sculptor with salt-and-pepper hair and a way of looking at people that made them feel like they were the only ones in the room.
He leaned in and kissed her—a kiss that tasted of wine and certainty. It wasn't a beginning or an end; it was a continuation. And for Chloe, that was the most romantic storyline of all. chloe mature sex
He smiled, a slow crinkle at the corners of his eyes. "Spirited. I like that. Much better than 'difficult.'" Inside, the air smelled of expensive gin and cedarwood
