[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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The idea of playing for Kimiko is something Avery had thought about when he wrote the song. After all, he wrote it about her, but it still made him nervous. What if she hated the lyrics? Or hated his playing? He’s momentarily distracted when Kimiko caresses his cheek.

His eyes shifted to look at her. She flinched again from his touch, and it nearly broke him. The bastards were dead, but they would never see or understand how much they took from her. Avery was glad they were dead, but he worried that he wasn’t enough to give Kimiko her life back. Avery shifted his thumb to run along the side of Kimiko’s neck and the top of her shoulder in a smooth back-and-forth motion. He repeated the action several times on one side before doing it on the other. 

[color=#B0C4DE]”If it gets to be too much on your neck, just tell me to stop. I don’t want to force you to sit through this,”[/color] he said carefully. [color=#B0C4DE]”Ya, no. It’s just a bass guitar. If you want to hear the song I wrote, I wrote it on my guitar, so it sounds better if I play it that way anyways.”[/color]

[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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Caden took another bite after his fork was returned. It was just as decadent as the first bite. Caden goes to set the plate down to undress, but he has to take another bite before he can.

[color=#006400]”Oh, I have a terrible sweet tooth. Especially when it comes to baked goods,”[/color] he confesses. Caden stripped off his jacket and hung it back on the hanger. The white dress shirt he wears underneath the vest is form-fitted to Caden’s body, hugging nearly every curve and outlining his arm and back muscles. He slipped off his cuff links before taking his tie off and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt.