Kintla Flatlands i wanna know what good love feels like

The stranger had every right to be tense ( Dulce knew that she would’ve been, too) so she didn’t think much of it. Her mind was preoccupied with the realization that she’d offered help that she didn’t know how to give and that offer had actually been accepted. Okay. Well.

What do you need me to do? she asked, hoping that he might not find her indirect admittance if IDon’tKnowWhatI’mDoing to be too off-putting.