We're both so cold, but I feel so warm inside.
Kissing Tony is like kissing a porcelain figure; you're always worried you'll break him. We've fallen down onto the bed. (I think). I like this. I'm not hiding anything. There's no words. There's nothing to screw up, nothing to ruin.
As my mind overloads, I hold on a little bit tighter.
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I KNOW THIS IS SHORT BUT IT'S AN UPDATE OK
~ Ira 🖤
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Let's Play a Game of Telephone (DISCONTINUED)
Fanfic"If I don't hold you tight you'll run away, but if I hold too tight you'll leave"
