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"Huh? I should do what with my?" Avery asked, her voice laced with uncertainty, to ensure she had heard Evan correctly.

Evan grasped her chin and gave it a gentle squeeze, tilting her face upward so she met his piercing sapphire blue eyes. "You heard me correctly, Avery," he said in his magnetic voice, his words sending shivers down her spine.

Avery's gaze drifted over his features, her eyes tracing the sharp contours of his face: his thick, carved-looking brows, his blue eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mischief, and his thin, soft pink lips. She felt like she was mesmerized by his gaze; her breath caught in her throat.

"I'm waiting, Avery," his low, seductive voice whispered in her ear. His eyes remained locked on hers, as if daring her to break free from the spell he'd cast.

As if she'd been snapped out of a trance, Avery blinked innocently and swallowed hard. She slowly leaned in, her lips brushing against his as she savored the taste of the wine in the glass. The taste of grape