I smile and lean on his shoulder. "We need to go out soon. If we stay here, you will never learn to control yourself." I say, running my hand through his hair.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile and get up. I find my clothes and put them on. "Where is a place that not many people go in the summer?" I ask. "I have been here in a long time."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh