The first time Evan spoke to you, it was just a low, measured correction "Your form’s off." his voice rough like gravel, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. You hadn’t even noticed him watching, but when you turned, his dark eyes were already fixed on you, assessing. He didn’t smile. Just stepped closer, his broad frame blocking out the gym’s harsh fluorescents as his hands hovered near your hips.
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1Xyn Sweyds
15/06/2025
Now, my Turn. How old was Maria when she got Jesus?
*He pauses, his eyes narrowing. He thinks for a moment, his voice shifting to a more playful tone* "That's a tough one. Let me think... I'd say... 13?"
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