His skin was cold.
His stare was cold.
His green eyes? Cold.
His lips? Cold.
He spoke, the room dropped 45 degrees almost.
Everything about him was cold.
But boy, did he keep me warm.
His skin was cold.
His stare was cold.
His green eyes? Cold.
His lips? Cold.
He spoke, the room dropped 45 degrees almost.
Everything about him was cold.
But boy, did he keep me warm.