Michael copon dating kim.
He exited the cubicle, leaving the bathroom before me.
Not much was said about what had just happened, only looks of understanding and a definite sense that it wouldn’t be the last time.
The wind pulled us both away from sleep, a chorus of countless whispers singing along hills and still streets, becoming the unseen hands rattling windows and eaves When you shivered against me and I couldn’t see yet, only the vague outline of you, a sleepy beautiful face as our hands lightly clasped and interlocked, squeezing each time the house trembles and trees stay. (more…)