I put a hand on my chest, leaning against the wood panels of the stair wall. Rhy's hand covered my own a heartbeat later. That's what I felt, he said, when I saw you smile that night we dined along the Sidra.
Sarah J. Maas
I put a hand on my chest, leaning against the wood panels of the stair wall. Rhy's hand covered my own a heartbeat later. That's what I felt, he said, when I saw you smile that night we dined along the Sidra.