I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in - the smell of machine oil, summer, a thousand memories
— L.A. Weatherly
Broken Sky
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved
I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in - the smell of machine oil, summer, a thousand memories
— L.A. Weatherly
Broken Sky
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved