he sat there in the living room, lined in dark hunters green floral wallpaper, with tall dark wood wainscoting, he sat their champagne in one hand as he reads. you on the maroon slightly darker striped couch looking at the fire as your book was resting on your lap slightly in your left hand, as your other hand was resisting peacefully in a fist as your cheek leaned against it, before you glanced at him enough to catch his eye. so he looked over at you. did something perchance catch your eye?
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