Wyatt POV
As we stepped into my grandmother's cozy home, the tantalizing aroma of her soup enveloped the air, instantly awakening my senses. The rich scent wafted through the room, causing my stomach to grumble in anticipation. Misty, couldn't help but laugh at my reaction. "I can't resist the tempting smell in here," I admitted, to which she nodded in agreement. Determined to contribute, I headed towards the kitchen to assist with the meal.
My grandmother, greeted us with a knowing look, scanning our disheveled appearances. I couldn't ignore the fact that my hair must have been a complete mess. Settling down at the dining table, we savored each delicious bite. My stomach reveled in the satisfaction, but as we finished, a dull ache throbbed in my shoulder. Excusing myself, I retreated to th……
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