a jar of secrets
"You're my little queen," he told me, gently placing the crown on top of my head. I giggled as I gestured for him to kneel down before me. "And you're my king," I squealed, awkwardly placing a flower crown on top of his head. He chuckled, pulling me into a tight hug. ❦ Seventeen-year-old Seph Callas has no memo...