57 ¦ Ravella
I draw a ragged breath
And come to my senses.
My hands grip the kissing gate
As I pull it open for him.
He gives me
A crooked grin
And acts as though
Nothing happened.
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I draw a ragged breath
And come to my senses.
My hands grip the kissing gate
As I pull it open for him.
He gives me
A crooked grin
And acts as though
Nothing happened.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro