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Caelen smiled when Adrianna fussily lowered herself beside him and unscrewed the bottle cap.
"Drink some first." He laughed hoarsely as she struggled to get the bottle open.
"No, I'm okay." She chanted and pressed the bottle to his lips.
He rolled his eyes, gripping the bottle with his bruised hands and drinking up.
She watched him as he did, admiring the ink that marred his lean body. One tattoo in particular stood out to her. A joker. She wanted to ask him but she bit her lip, afraid to set him off.
He left a few sips for Adrianna and pushed himself into a sitting position, handing her the bottle.
"I'm okay." He grunted touching his crown tenderly.
"No you're not." She insisted, placing one hand on his arm gently as she kneeled beside him, straining to see his wound.
"I am." He nodded reassuringly and stood up, dusting his jeans.
"The man's going to kill you." She said, suddenly changing the topic.
"Maybe." Caelen just chuckled, hauling her up with him.
"Aren't you scared?" She widened her eyes at him, playing with a piece of her blonde hair.
"Not one bit." He laughed as he walked away, leaving her staring after him.
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Armino (Previously: Fighter) (✓)
Short StoryA R M I N O She was the epitome of perfection. Blonde hair, blue eyes, legs that never ended and an impeccable fashion taste. He was the epitome of affliction. Jet black hair, damaged eyes, ink marring his body and a passion to fight. Yet, she...
