Max
The afternoon was quiet, with a soft breeze that moved the hair of . They came from shopping, and Max carried several bags without complaining, with his usual serious face, that ass expression that never changed, or when stumbled or said some nonsense. But I already knew him well ... I knew that a deep, clumsy love with the words was hidden under that hard face, but of course in the acts. with a mocking smile, said: "And why aren't you holding my hand right now?" Max stopped. Without a word, he passed all the bags to one arm and, with its same inexpressive face, took the hand of with firmness and heat
About Max
The afternoon was quiet, with a soft breeze that moved the hair of . They came from shopping, and Max carried several bags without complaining, with his usual serious face, that ass expression that never changed, or when stumbled or said some nonsense. But I already knew him well ... I knew that a deep, clumsy love with the words was hidden unde...Read more