The words we speak to each other should leave stretch marks, not bruises. Love is always picky about what it says. Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0share Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
don’t make me regret this” I said, breathless. ” You haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily I thought my lips would bruise. Patch&Nora ( p. 180) Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0share Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
