"I'm not wearing a dress and neither are you. This is not another Cinderella story!" Luke groans at me, he's looking down at me from his window as I stand in his back yard. "We sure do sound cliché enough to be one!" I tell him laughing, he bites his lip and nods. "You were the girl when we were dancing, and you were wearing white Michael." Luke informs me. "It wasn't a marriage dipshit, your arguement is invalid." I retort. "I'm taller than you!" He goes on. "And I'm still older than you, now climb down the tree and run away with me!" I beg him. WARNING SMUT! LOADS OF SMUT! Cover by @omfhemmo thank you so much for this cover!
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