Yesterday, he changed her clothes while she was sleeping.
"Avery, come here." Joshua Hughes looked at her as she stood up; the bright sunlight cast on her delicate skin. The sea breeze gently blew, under the oversized robe was her graceful and exquisite figure, her cloud-like hair denser and softer than seaweed, cascading over her shoulders. Her small face shone with a glowing, charming radiance.
He often felt jealous of Lucas Yates. Although he was a dead man, he was the first to discover her beauty. Many of her firsts were given to Lucas Yates, even her first heartbeat.
