Wattpadfinalform Stories

I cough. "My beloved! Thou hast tuberculosis." "It's probably just a cold." "Evil humors! I know a cure." [...] Yes, it's what you think: b...

Like a flesh xylophone, my finger touches his abs. One, two, three, nine, ten... way too many. Counting more than ten is for nerds anyways. [...]I look up to him, he loo...