Melody Of Secrets

He leans against the door frame, hands in his pockets, brows scrunched up. "Look, there's no need for you to show me your 'tough girl' act, because that's all it is. An act." "How would you know?" I scoff. "I recall that the last time I put my tough girl 'act' to the test, you were already down." "Touché." He purses h...