my longing is disfigured and grotesque. i will hold onto you so tightly that my nails will dig into your skin and i will kiss you so desperately that i will draw blood.
the touch was welcomed and sparrow stretched out like a little cat , soon canting her body so her head was upon neveโs lap .
โ iโll have you know i have been quite civilised lately . โ
free hand came up to pat softly at rookโs face, fingers caressing skin with a deft touch. โ even in the quiet, there is room for trouble. โ
sly grin crept onto neveโs face. โ especially when youโre around. โ