I chuckle as he pulls me even closer, and we're practically like right against eachother. I pull back after a while, my hands lost in his hair, and the Marie inside of me practically makes me deaf with screaming.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Don't sit down and write because you're a writer; sit down and write because you have something to say. And if the sea of ideas isn't flowing, well, just tell me about your day. — OrabellaAvenue