What is it about you?” he asked me.
I gulped. “What do you mean?” I whispered, closing my eyes and swallowing again, my breaths becoming labored.
He lifted his hand and dragged the backs of his fingers across my jaw so lightly I barely felt them, but they made me feel dizzy all the same.
“How can you be this extraordinary, January MacLouchlainn?” He leaned closer, a look of pure frustration and anger lit his eyes and pressed his lips.
“And why couldn’t I have met you before I realised I didn’t want anyone… ever?

Autor: Fisher Amelie

What is it about you?” he asked me.<br />I gulped. “What do you mean?” I whispered, closing my eyes and swallowing again, my breaths becoming labored.<br />He lifted his hand and dragged the backs of his fingers across my jaw so lightly I barely felt them, but they made me feel dizzy all the same. <br />“How can you be this extraordinary, January MacLouchlainn?” He leaned closer, a look of pure frustration and anger lit his eyes and pressed his lips. <br />“And why couldn’t I have met you before I realised I didn’t want anyone… <i>ever</i>? - Fisher Amelie




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