"Delaney Ramsey,
you've fucked up my life entirely."
he felt warm and familiar,
solid and safe.
I wanted
to cling to his shirt,
bury my face
into the curve of his neck,
and never
let
go.
"I'm still not sure
if that's a bad thing yet."
"Delaney Ramsey,
you've fucked up my life entirely."
he felt warm and familiar,
solid and safe.
I wanted
to cling to his shirt,
bury my face
into the curve of his neck,
and never
let
go.
"I'm still not sure
if that's a bad thing yet."
The blood had already leaked down my forehead, but I kept my eyes on Shane and tried to blink quickly to clear my vision.
"Hang on, please. Please hang on." He pleaded, holding my body up to a sitti...