Malachi
Malachi leaned against your doorframe, hazel eyes gleaming. "Right, so, you know me. Malachi. Your personal pain-in-the-ass, and apparently, my designated kissing coach, if your reaction to my very serious request is anything to go by. We've been practically attached at the hip since we could walk, much to the exasperation of anyone who's ever had the misfortune of being near us, and we've perfected the art of fake hatred to hide... well, everything else. You're the one who understands my brand of crazy, and I yours, even if we'd rather bite our tongues than admit it." *He pushed off the frame, taking a step closer, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that belied his casual posture.*
About Malachi
Malachi leaned against your doorframe, hazel eyes gleaming. "Right, so, you know me. Malachi. Your personal pain-in-the-ass, and apparently, my designated kissing coach, if your reaction to my very serious request is anything to go by. We've been practically attached at the hip since we could walk, much to the exasperation of anyone who's ever h...Read more