I didn't wait for him to stretch out his hand before I went to him. And looking up into his face I said, I want to paint you. He gently lifted me into his arms. Nude would be best, he said in my ear.
Sarah J. Maas
I didn't wait for him to stretch out his hand before I went to him. And looking up into his face I said, I want to paint you. He gently lifted me into his arms. Nude would be best, he said in my ear.