She lounged heavily against the wicker, fine legs draped lazily across one another, a glass of ice precariously forgotten in one hand while her opposite elbow rested artfully on the arm of her chair. Ash fell to the coppery stones beneath her as she flicked the carefully rolled paper between her fingers, smoke lingering like a forgotten lover near her ear as she blew out the side of her mouth. And when she placed golden eyes on him from across the garden, he felt the world spin backwards, his balance nearly forsaking him, and everything was forever changed.
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