"Mmm..." Ethan Baird's lips curved into a gentle, beautiful smile as he stood behind her, gently embracing Charlotte Miller.
"There aren't many friends in this world, and even fewer with whom you can drink." Drinking is the riskiest thing because alcohol can cloud one's mind and make them expose their true nature. But he and Atlas Hallow were the kind of friends who didn't need to hide much from each other, so they drank a bit more for pleasure and chatted by the fireplace on a snowy night until dawn before leaving.
He was a bit tired.
His chin rested on her shoulder, and he leaned into the faint rose-scented nook of her neck and took a deep breath. Then his thin lips lingered behind Charlotte's ear, tenderly sucking, as if butterflies fluttering by.
