“I want to run my fingers through your curly hair and kiss your soft lips, and neck, and bosom, and…” Luke seemed lost in a daze. “And…?” Allison whispered, searching to know more of his intentions. Her skin was soft… — Lily Bloom Copy Share Image
“She looked up at the sky and the scorching sun. It was blazing hot and the smell of blood and piss was in the… — Lily Bloom Copy Share Image
“It’s not the people who leave or die that suffer the worst,” he said to me. “It’s those who are left behind, those of… — Lily Bloom Copy Share Image
“I want to run my fingers through your curly hair and kiss your soft lips, and neck, and bosom, and…” Luke seemed lost in… — Lily Bloom Copy Share Image
