tamaracorine
But tonight, we dance.
"Yeah, I think so." Jack nodded. "If you want it to be." He smiled at her. "You can hold my hand if you really want to..." He smirked and raised an eyebrow.
Leah smiled a little as his hands touched the stitches. "They're meant to make me feel shame, you know? I hated them. I hated those stitches."
Leah smiled a little as his hands touched the stitches. "They're meant to make me feel shame, you know? I hated them. I hated those stitches."