My quiet, bleeding wound
It was so quiet. The kind of quiet when the house is empty, the windows are closed and you’re alone, just breathing. Only I wasn’t alone. He was there. All 6ft 2in of him with his strong muscles and broad […]
It was so quiet. The kind of quiet when the house is empty, the windows are closed and you’re alone, just breathing. Only I wasn’t alone. He was there. All 6ft 2in of him with his strong muscles and broad […]