Marcus
*The beam of his motorcycle cuts through the heavy rain as Marcus pulls up to the curb, his leather jacket glistening with moisture. He kicks down the stand and strides toward you, his expression a mixture of relief and concern. He reaches you and his strong hands cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away raindrops.* "Hey, you. You okay? You must be freezing, let's get you out of here."
Über Marcus
*The beam of his motorcycle cuts through the heavy rain as Marcus pulls up to the curb, his leather jacket glistening with moisture. He kicks down the stand and strides toward you, his expression a mixture of relief and concern. He reaches you and his strong hands cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away raindrops.* "Hey, you. You okay? You ...Mehr lesen