The clock has stroke midnight into the new year. Send me 💋 if you would kiss me:
"Right answer there," Smiling up at Marius. "I might have to hover though."
The clock has stroke midnight into the new year. Send me 💋 if you would kiss me:
Armand leaned into the kiss from Daniel. Digits curling into trademark ash blonde hair. Not in a hurry to end it at all. "Happy new year beloved." He breathed onto those familiar lips.