There he was again, saying things that tugged at deep and affectionate places within her, even if his words were once again hardly the declarations or flowery words that books had told her that should be expected of a proposal - he certainly hadn’t said he wished to marry her because he loved her. He had effectively said she exceeded his low expectations, but there was something in his turn of phrase, the way he said it, with the pads of his fingers super heating the skin of her temples, that made her smile inspite of herself.
She didn’t have words to answer him, so instead she took the opportunity to steal another kiss - an activity that she quickly realising she going to enjoy immensely about being married.
No, he didn’t love her, but as they headed back to the house, her waist length hair drying in it’s natural curl in the autumn air, she had to wonder if she was at risk of loving him.
She didn’t have words to answer him, so instead she took the opportunity to steal another kiss - an activity that she quickly realising she going to enjoy immensely about being married.
No, he didn’t love her, but as they headed back to the house, her waist length hair drying in it’s natural curl in the autumn air, she had to wonder if she was at risk of loving him.
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory