I wanted to flip up my skirt. Gossamer wings buzzed over her shoulders,and she lifted off the wooden walkway I lay on
. Oh, my gosh, that can't be,” the other voice said.
. Regret hits me suddenly, and for the first time since our ill-fated meeting, I realise the impact of my behaviour. For now it seems I’ll have to be content with her unspeaking trust, which I know is far more than I deserve
Info link “I’m so sorry for what they did to you,” I whisper, and she moans in response, burrowing her face in my neck.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her. Instinctively I wanted to move back inside, see what she was up to
. Ignoring the weather, I noticed her standing in the middle of the platform, looking into the distance, her shawl and skirt being pummeled by the wind
I wanted to flip up my skirt. Gossamer wings buzzed over her shoulders,and she lifted off the wooden walkway I lay on
. Oh, my gosh, that can't be,” the other voice said.
. Regret hits me suddenly, and for the first time since our ill-fated meeting, I realise the impact of my behaviour. For now it seems I’ll have to be content with her unspeaking trust, which I know is far more than I deserve
Info link “I’m so sorry for what they did to you,” I whisper, and she moans in response, burrowing her face in my neck.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her. Instinctively I wanted to move back inside, see what she was up to
. Ignoring the weather, I noticed her standing in the middle of the platform, looking into the distance, her shawl and skirt being pummeled by the wind
I wanted to flip up my skirt. Gossamer wings buzzed over her shoulders,and she lifted off the wooden walkway I lay on
. Oh, my gosh, that can't be,” the other voice said.
. Regret hits me suddenly, and for the first time since our ill-fated meeting, I realise the impact of my behaviour. For now it seems I’ll have to be content with her unspeaking trust, which I know is far more than I deserve
Info link “I’m so sorry for what they did to you,” I whisper, and she moans in response, burrowing her face in my neck.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her. Instinctively I wanted to move back inside, see what she was up to
. Ignoring the weather, I noticed her standing in the middle of the platform, looking into the distance, her shawl and skirt being pummeled by the wind
Happy Valentine's Day with Emily Willis and Vanna Bardot