He put his forehead against hers.
“Alannah, my heart is yours.” He said softly.
“And yet, I must hand it over to someone else for the keeping.” Her last words falling to a strained whisper.

Autore: B.C. Morin

He put his forehead against hers. <br />“Alannah, my heart is yours.” He said softly.<br />“And yet, I must hand it over to someone else for the keeping.” Her last words falling to a strained whisper. - B.C. Morin


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