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(CLOE'S POV)
He came back with a bottle of red wine in his hand. I was surprised. I was trapped in my own springe. However, I don't find it a problem. In fact, maybe this way and with the alcohol, it can help me get more comfortable with him. We can open up with each other, and hopefully, emotions will follow. I can get closer to Jericho and maybe forget about Ziggy.
"You surprise me with that," I remarked, looking over the red wine. "Okay, let me take the glass," I went to the kitchen and back with two wine glasses.
He poured the wine on both glasses and gave me the one as he gulped down the other.
"Huh? Are you in a hurry?" I smirked.
"Maybe, I am," he smirked as well.
