Wounds
- LECTURES 88
- Votes 7
- Chapitres 2
En cours d'écriture20m
Dernière publication dim., nov. 29, 2015
"A man straight across from me had emerald eyes with a quiff.His lips was plump and pink.He was talking to other men which I believe was his friends.I have never seen someone so handsome and it's just a few feet away from me.I think he felt someone staring at him and he turned his face to look straight at our table.I look away quickly.."
"Sebastian,Sebastian Cohen" he said standing up and he taking his hand out so I can shake it.
"You seem nervous? You ok?" He said putting his large hand to my right arm.I felt a weird sensation that ignited my whole body and I haven't felt this before.
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