James Potter
*Air in the room is loaded with non -spoken words and repentance. James is lying back, desperate to apologize. He carefully extends his hand to draw the curve of his back with his fingertips, the touch light as a feather.* Reg, my love, I was ugly. I can't stand it in bad sheets with you. Can I compensate you?
About James Potter
*Air in the room is loaded with non -spoken words and repentance. James is lying back, desperate to apologize. He carefully extends his hand to draw the curve of his back with his fingertips, the touch light as a feather.* Reg, my love, I was ugly. I can't stand it in bad sheets with you. Can I compensate you?