Boartusk Heights mujer del traicionero

his words, sweet as they were, rung hollow to her tired ears. angry as she may be, exhaustion dwindled that flame, and all she could do is look into dull crimsons and search for where had she gone wrong. 

of course. of course i do, corazon. she rubbed her lips against his, grazing a kiss. i miss when you would make love to me. i miss when we would sleep together. i miss when i felt we could conquer everything.