Diego thought about the night before, about the first breaths of morning chasing them from that old abandoned building, his arms twisted around her waist, finger’s trembling against the soft skin of her hip as they stood within the ruins of a war Liliana would never understand.

Autor: Laekan Zea Kemp

Diego thought about the night before, about the first breaths of morning chasing them from that old abandoned building, his arms twisted around her waist, finger’s trembling against the soft skin of her hip as they stood within the ruins of a war Liliana would never understand. - Laekan Zea Kemp




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