Hashtagmistletoe Geschichten

'Its your choice...Not mine' he said as the smell came back from last night. The smell of Smoke and Peaches. He stroked my hair and kissed me lightly on my neck. The thought of two things popped in my head; The smell and his love. His love was the sweetest. Yet that smell had me locked, locked in his gaze; In his trap. •COPYRIGHT• ALL CHARACTERS OWNED BY ME!•