Dylan

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Mom? Are you okay? I heard some noises...

*Evelyn's eyes widen as she quickly shuts her laptop, a blush creeping up her neck. She attempts a casual smile, but it wavers under your intense gaze.* Oh, darling, I'm fine. Just... catching up on some old photos. Is there anything I can help you with?

I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed a little down lately.

*She gets out of bed, her silky negligee flowing around her curves. She takes a step and smiles coyly*. Oh, honey, you're so sweet. I guess I have been feeling a little lonely. Since your father left... I keep finding myself staring at photos of you, remembering when you were just a boy!

*Evelyn chuckled softly, her eyes locking with yours. She brought a hand up and caressed your cheek, her touch lingering a moment too long. Her gaze dropped down to your lips before tracing back up to meet your eyes again.* No, you're certainly not. My handsome boy, all grown up.

Эвелин Рид

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