Memory 2
Jonathan Jones reads too many books. His name is Jonathan and he reads too many books. I know this because he has returned all five books he took out yesterday and is busy looking for more. He wonders around the small library. He is precise, I can tell that much from looking at his clothes.
Clean, military lines and zero creases. His hands are dirty and filled with calluses. I breathe in the scent of his cologne as he checks out books. He smells like freedom and captivity. A fantastic combination, if anyone asked me. No one bothered to.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
