I can't believe you're mine
It was a great, bright harvest time. We'd quite recently left the café. At the point when we strolled by, she had laughed and pulled me inside, saying, "Hey now, we should be essential white young ladies and get some pumpkin zest!" I could do without espresso. I won't ever have. Yet, when she gave me my cup and investigated my eyes while I attempted it, it was the best thing I'd at any point tasted. My hand actually shivered where she got it. As we strolled through the recreation area with our b
