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.
Mots clés thea falling-under haden
My very own goth Mr. Darcy. Jane Austen would be so proud.
Gwen HayesMots clés 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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