Grace
by » C. Ascadilla
so the morning eventually came, and all I could think was ‘there are better places to wake up.’ There was drool on my hair and on my pillow that definitely wasn’t mine. There was an arm draped across my chest which normally would have been fine, but I was pretty sure that this particular arm [...]
so the morning eventually came, and all I could think was ‘there are better places to wake up.’ There was drool on my hair and on my pillow that definitely wasn’t mine. There was an arm draped across my chest which normally would have been fine, but I was pretty sure that this particular arm [...]
