A Chinese proverb says an invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangled, but never be broken.
His gaze is locked on the sniper, eyes hooded as her finger is placed beneath his chin. A soft, gravelly chuckle passes his lips at her words, his heart feeling a littler fuller.
ใ ๐๐ค๐ฉ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง, ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ช..~ ใ
He pulls her close, his palm caressing her cheek, as he presses forehead against hers, all the while mimicking the sound of a purring cat. Due to his messed up vocal chords, it was pretty spot on.
โ โ a snicker is stifled from the woman
โ โ with a clasp of her hand over her
โ โ mouth , followed with of course , a โ โ nod .
โ โ โ hmm .. good kitty . โ
โ โ a tone no more than a coo , she
โ โ steps closer and places +
Gabriel clears his throat, his cheeks lightly flushing, as he averts his crimson gaze.
ใ ๐๐ชโฆ ๐๐๐๐ชโฆ ใ
Ana was probably the only person in the world who could get him to do such things. She had such power over this man.
ใ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐๐ฏ๐ขโฆ ใ
He chuckled, his eyes settling on her once again.