C82 81. CUPID'S GRANDMA

RUBIN

The surrounding seems to glow an ethereal blue; gentle breeze streaming inside the tent from the entrance, revealing the detritus of the blazing fire from last night. I yawned, unable to control how wide my mouth becomes when I stretched my arms. Next to me, Caelum softly breaths; his hair thrown to the side as he lie on his left facing me.

I smiled