Memory 9
You hate shoes. More often tha not you come to the library with ugly crocs and a shirt filled with paint. I always wonder how you managed to never dirty any of the books you borrow.
I admire your legs and spend a lot of time fantasizing about them. How would they feel against mine (twisted together on a bed)? I look and admire but turn away when you catch me staring. We know nothing about each other. Not even the basics. I know we both have horrors of our own. I wonder would that load be easier with you.
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100 Memories Of You And Me ✔
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...
