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Sitting on a bench near the basketball court, Cleo was staring at the boy who was playing basketball.

He was not in his jersey but in his usual t-shirt and jeans. But still, passion was clearly visible in his eyes.

As the afternoon sunset, the sky painted itself in hues of red and purple. The reddish light fell on the boy, kissing his skin.

Cleo felt blissful just looking at him.

As he approac