She pulls him into a kiss and he doesn't know what to do, letting it happen. A smile flickers across his face during so and he feels his cheeks redden.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)
