Her breath smelled of sour skittles and vodka and her body, of Tea Rose perfume. I was a victim to her tantalizing aura as much as he was. The difference was she chose me; she always chose me. Don't ask me why.
Her breath smelled of sour skittles and vodka and her body, of Tea Rose perfume. I was a victim to her tantalizing aura as much as he was. The difference was she chose me; she always chose me. Don't ask me why.
3 P.M. - I loved her. She loved me. I fell harder and harder every day, and I knew it was dangerous. She was dangerous. Her kiss began to taste like vodka even when she hadn't been drinking and her n...