He walked backwards a few more steps and brought Brittany’s hand to his lips without taking his eyes off me.
My hand tingled where he kissed her.
And the bastard knew it.
Tags: thea falling-under haden
My very own goth Mr. Darcy. Jane Austen would be so proud.
Gwen HayesTags: falling-under haden theia
He wished he could show her the memory of the very first time
he’d laid eyes upon her. A random moment, his window to her
world, and yet it
had pierced his excuse for a soul as if it were destiny. As if she
were his destiny. A thousand times he’d looked through the realms,
but one
glimpse had forever changed their paths.
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