[Rhode ♥
He certainly feels like it's made for him, soaking up the heat, relaxing against the salty breeze and tasting those peaches, so sweet and soft.
He doesn't want to leave. It's calmer here than it usually is on that hard, cold, and lonely bed in the facility.
His back plops against the cloak in the sand with an arm tucked behind his head. It's when he notices those stocking feet. Without saying a word, he feels better. Hers is a presence he's missed</i>]
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