Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate.
Her head is swimming. All she can do is savor the sweetness of his scent on her skin, the way her body is yearning...craving his. Sleepy blue eyes gaze outward from the small space they had together as she leans against him, partially for comfort and partially to help keep her grounded for fear she would float away from the feelings she felt. M A R I B E L |
yaaaaaay for love <3<3