“Isn’t it sad that we can never get close enough?” she asked, her finger halfway down his chest. He kissed her hair as she traced the invisible lines on his skin. “You grind your teeth in your sleep.”
“Isn’t it sad that we can never get close enough?” she asked, her finger halfway down his chest. He kissed her hair as she traced the invisible lines on his skin. “You grind your teeth in your sleep.”
