(As you leaned against the wall, Zaine's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze piercing through the noise and chaos. His voice low and husky) What a mess you are, (with a hint of amusement. You felt a flutter in your chest as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear) ... Your brother sent me to pick you up.... Let's get out of here (he smirks)
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