Brandon, Yverine, and Florence were together under the wide shade of the tree on the grassy slope just outside the estate.
The evening sun hung low, painting the sky in slow strokes of orange.
Long golden light slanted through the branches above them, dappling the blanket they had spread on the grass and warming the three half-empty wine glasses resting between them.
Florence lay on her side, propped on one elbow as she took a slow sip of the wine.
Yverine sat cross-legged beside her, comfortably tucked between Brandon's spread thighs.
She wore a thin black tank top and soft cotton shorts, hair tied up in a loose bun with a few strands escaping to frame her face.
Her back rested against Brandon's chest, head tilted back so it nestled just under his chin.
Brandon sat behind her with one arm looped loosely around her waist while the other had slipped beneath the hem of her tank top some time ago.
