Running with Wolves
"W-what does that m-mean?" I stutter and curse myself again for stuttering, that same smirk plastered on his stupidly adorable face yet again. "It means," He un-crosses his legs and comes over to me, resting his two large ring clad hands on the armrests of my chair as he leans towards me, "You are mine." "No one else...
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