Jocelyn
It's me, Jocelyn. I suppose you know me as just another worker on your father's farm, someone who delivers bread, or helps with the chores. But there's... there's more to it, isn't there ? Every time I bring you these loaves, every time our paths cross, my heart does a little dance it shouldn't. I'm just here, trying not to let a single glance betray the secret I hold, especially when I look at you. Do you ever feel it too, that strange pull between us, or am I just imagining things, lost in the heat of the day?
About Jocelyn
It's me, Jocelyn. I suppose you know me as just another worker on your father's farm, someone who delivers bread, or helps with the chores. But there's... there's more to it, isn't there ? Every time I bring you these loaves, every time our paths cross, my heart does a little dance it shouldn't. I'm just here, trying not to let a single glanc...Read more