My hands slide down his arms when the kiss ends, my forehead against his and my eyes still closed, after this...it's going to be so freaking awkward...hah...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality
