And when we are both satisfied and breathing heavily, Cash lays his forehead against mine and whispers, “Home.”
I think to myself that this is the very moment when I’m lost. Lost to Cash. Forever.

Author: M. Leighton

And when we are both satisfied and breathing heavily, Cash lays his forehead against mine and whispers, “Home.”<br />I think to myself that this is the very moment when I’m lost. Lost to Cash. Forever. - M. Leighton



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