Modern Shakespeare -Harry Styles LS-
- LETTURE 67
- Voti 8
- Parti 2
Per adultiIn corso<5 mins
Ultima pubblicazione ven, gen 25, 2013
"I wish tonight could last forever," I whispered against his lips. "Your not the only one, love." I looked up, only to be met with the most beautiful pair of green eyes. His large hands were lightly placed over my hips. "You know," I looked up at him. "You never did tell me your name." This was a Masquerade Ball, I wasn't supposed to tell him my true identity right? I opened my mouth when I was interrupted by his cell phone ringing. He cursed under his breathe and answered. By the time he hung up I was already running out of the ballroom, wondering if I did the right thing.
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