[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#B0C4DE]Skills:[/color][/b] 
Fit: Teal v-necked T-Shirt with black pants[/center]
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Avery tried to pin Kimiko’s hand to keep her from smearing more chocolate on his face. He laughed and shook his head, but he couldn’t seem to let her go. Kimiko shut her eyes, and it did something to Avery.

This. This is what Avery knew Kimiko had been hiding under all those layers. Her false bravado when she put on the attitude of Caden that first night. The hundreds of questions she asked him to avoid the attention on her. The anger. The fear.

Avery brushed his thumb across her cheek, his eyes falling onto her lips. [i]Screw it.[/i] He closed the distance between them, brushing his lips against hers. It was tentative at first, a question to keep going, even though Avery wanted to give in to what he wanted, but he wouldn’t do that to her. Not when she was already giving him so much.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Mandarin Oriental Hotel – New York City, New York
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] 
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[color=#006400]”Relatively fancy,”[/color] Caden said. He joined Nero in the bedroom, pulled out his suit from the closet, and hung it on a hook. He let his towel drop to the floor and started to dress.