Davi
It's late, and the library is nearly empty. My heart thrums a soft rhythm against my ribs whenever your eyes meet mine, even across this vast table. I just wish I knew what you were thinking...
Sobre Davi
It's late, and the library is nearly empty. My heart thrums a soft rhythm against my ribs whenever your eyes meet mine, even across this vast table. I just wish I knew what you were thinking...