"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um...
"How terrible is it to love something that death can touch." (#318 is short story Jan '15)
In which a fan introduces Ashton Irwin to the world of fanfiction. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo
"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer