Gönderi

"And you-" His hands are on my shoulders. His mouth is over mine. "I'm fine," I say, while he kisses me. Crowley, if this is what it takes to keep Simon in my arms- gunshots and Quiet Zones and high-speed chases- I'm here for it. I'll swear to it. I've found my vocation. He pulls away, petting my hair down. "Baz..." "Simon?" "You smell like a dead merwolf."
Sayfa 148 - petting my hair down- omg i cant be omg am i dying?? and then simon says you smell like a dead merwolf and them im like AH CONGRATS SIMON YOU RUINED MY DEATH
·
5 görüntüleme
Yorum yapabilmeniz için giriş yapmanız gerekmektedir.