[Wriothesley easily parts his lips, a gentle laugh muffled between their lips. The man still has the remnants of the drink lingering on his tongue intermixed with the taste of salt water.
The kiss is chaste in a way, something sweet and caring that lacks the heated hunger of something more desperate. It truly feels like a kiss that was welcoming Eiden back.]
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The kiss is chaste in a way, something sweet and caring that lacks the heated hunger of something more desperate. It truly feels like a kiss that was welcoming Eiden back.]