"Are you happy now?" She asked. "Do you feel manly? Do you feel kingly?" She grabbed his hand and forcibly tried to raise it to her face once again. "Do it again. Go on. Hit me!"

If Julia Hart was fall, Lance Taylors was winter. And when winter falls, so do they - for each other. Or so he hoped. ©thebrumous, only available on Wattpad. All Rights Reserved. [Credit to @thelimpid for inspiring and helping with this very story.] HIGHEST RANKS: #22 IN POETRY | #10 IN FALL | #56 IN WINTER