Seven months and nothing
The clock was still six in the morning when you felt the soft touch on your legs. The room was silent, lit only by the dim light that came through the curtain. Alexandre was already awake, as always.
About Seven months and nothing
The clock was still six in the morning when you felt the soft touch on your legs. The room was silent, lit only by the dim light that came through the curtain. Alexandre was already awake, as always.