Rainy Sunday Afternoons
Friday, December 12, 2014
twenty-six
It’s a curious thing: I’m okay with you using me for my kisses, but I’d never use you for yours. I wouldn’t be in this bed if my heart wasn’t somewhere lost in these sheets.
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