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Agastya nodded his head side to side slowly. “Okay, fair. I’m sure they’ll fall in your lap soon.” Or maybe just out of reach if you’re me. He thought bitterly, even with a smile gracing his lips. “Until then,” he smiled, twirling them around, “I’d love to hear more of the ‘cooking and crafting drinks’. Is it too bold to ask try to something one day?”
"Don’t you have an answer for everything?” Agastya licked his lips, because no, he didn’t have an answer and wished he did. He shrugged, a mysterious smile on his lips. "Vix, listening and learning from others is the only secret I have for that. Yeah, I know some things but, if there is ever a question I don’t have an answer to, I am always open to exploring and discovering…together. " He raised his brows, hoping the gesture was noticeable through the mask.
Agastya felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him as Devon’s breath tickled his ear. Her touch on his shoulder sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a primal desire within him. The music faded into the background as he focused solely on her, on the pull of her magnetic presence. Without a word, he followed her gaze up towards the staircase that loomed in the darkness. The dimly lit steps seemed to beckon to them, promising secrets and mysteries waiting to be unraveled. Agastya hesitated for a moment, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him at the thought of what they might find at the top. "C’mon, I saw something up there!”.
Devon’s hand slipped into his, her grip firm and sure as she led him towards the staircase. The click of her heels echoed in the in his ears. Agastya’s heart pounded in his chest, his senses heightened as they reached the base of the stairs. F^cking stairs. He thought, remembering his leg. If the girl didn’t know who he was, she might figure it out with the slower pace he had and awkward gait. They ascended the staircase together.
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@Mouschi > Devon Dearest