Please don’t make me let go yet, Romeo. I’m not ready.
Kele MoonRomeo found himself walking up to the window. He placed his palm against the cool glass, and after a few seconds Tino’s hand pressed against the other side. They stood there for a few seconds until Romeo felt his eyes getting watery and he turned away.
Kele MoonWyatt paused, wondering if it was protocol to apologise that his sibling was a little less shot up than theirs was.
Kele MoonTwo phoenixes that had overcome the tragic ending written a long time ago, proving the history doesn’t always repeat itself.
Kele MoonThese country chicks, I’m not even kidding you, they’re fucking hard-core. They’ll kill your ass and make it look like an accident. You drag the lakes around here and I promise you, there’s dumb assholes who tried to get laid by the wrong chicks floating at the bottom of it—concrete boots—and I think your girlfriend’s distributing them. Sadistic bitch.
Kele MoonGod.” Jules sighed longingly. “You don’t even know. That man’s hotter than Georgia asphalt in July.
Kele MoonHe can’t keep it in his pants for a few months?” “He’s twenty-two and full-blooded Italian,” Romeo reminded Clay, thinking it was obvious. “No, he can’t.
Kele MoonI like ’em feisty. Especially with that twangy accent you got going on. I’d give my last UFC check to see you in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts. With those long legs, I bet they’d look amazing.
Kele MoonYou really fucked up, Paul Guy, because I don't have an issue using people's weaknesses against them, and this is a pretty big fucking weakness. You could end up being my bitch for a very long time.
Kele MoonHe hadn't spent a lifetime pushing women away only to be taken down by a piece of pumpkin pie.
Kele MoonStichwörter: pumpkin-pie
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