On the couch, prling, une ar ju thong overhead, his neeland A warm glow spread inside her strange feeling at her sight She walked into die long term and was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, just watching binn
clock
mune what the way dinng; all she know was that sleep in semijar
the bakeddomat ligy hands “Tomlin 1 sleep Münch it!
Ale tiede a se at neat tulom Tor ataue, thy was put izadelineje, shoulder to shudder, sayang nothing. The vin
Byen turned to look at her. “You don’t have to thank me for that.” Their eyes met once again.
And once again, the world tiled.
He leaned in. She did too. Their lips almost touched
And then…
CRASHI
