“I’m not a coward. I’m just…” My fingers slipped from the handle. “Confused because honestly, why are you in here?” I amended, “With me, that is. You believe my father killed yours, and we are at war be—”
“So much talking.” His dark blue eyes brightened. “Are we not supposed to kiss?”
why are these 25 year olds playing spin the bottle with feathers? 😭😭😭
— Aug 24, 2026 03:40PM
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