His clothes ripple in the wind, pressing to the strong body beneath. Black hair splashes over his brow like the unruly waves beneath us. And those gray eyes— They are suddenly on me. He smiles in a way that suggests he knows exactly how much I was admiring him. Even after striding toward me, the smug look never leaves his face. “Enjoying the view, Gray?” “Of Izram?” I shoot back with a smile of my own. “Why, yes, I am, Azer.”
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