He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled.You smell so good in the rain, he explained.In a good way, or in a bad way? I asked cautiously.He sighed. Both, always both.
Stephenie Meyer
He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled.You smell so good in the rain, he explained.In a good way, or in a bad way? I asked cautiously.He sighed. Both, always both.