“What?” “Relationship.” “Oh…He doesn’t want…a real commitment. He wants a fuck-toy.” “I sstill” — Lena Black Copy Share Image
“I stare awkwardly up at him as his eyes scan mine, morphing from forlorn into something darker, a fiery passion beaming out from somewhere… — Lena Black Copy Share Image
“cross my mind,” Marshall replies with a tone, still cold toward him. Mom tries to salvage the mood. “I think it’s wonderful! You make… — Lena Black Copy Share Image
“you have a chance to actually drive her.” I don’t think I heard him right. “What?” “This” — Lena Black Copy Share Image
“deeply. “I don’t not love you, too, Gabrielle. There’s nothing but you. You are all I see, all I need” He plants” — Lena Black Copy Share Image
“He’s usually so dour. But not now, not with me, and I like it. He doesn’t interact with others without the shield he puts… — Lena Black Copy Share Image
“What?” “Relationship.” “Oh…He doesn’t want…a real commitment. He wants a fuck-toy.” “I sstill” — Lena Black Copy Share Image
