The next day, I tried to hold onto the memory of Lucian’s touch. The way he had held me against the tree. The way he had thrust into me standing up in the bathroom. The way he had whispered that he loved me. It had felt real. So real.
But reality...
The next day, I tried to hold onto the memory of Lucian’s touch. The way he had held me against the tree. The way he had thrust into me standing up in the bathroom. The way he had whispered that he loved me. It had felt real. So real.
But reality...