decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
“He’s gonna to get us some lunch apparently. Are you still good to take me tomorrow? It’s okay if you’re not but... I’ve just been thinking is all.” She mumbled.
Michael frowned and gripped at her hand a bit tighter. “Please don’t go til I’m asleep.” He whimpered a little and scrunched his face up tight as that sent a wave of pain through his ribs.
Michael frowned and gripped at her hand a bit tighter. “Please don’t go til I’m asleep.” He whimpered a little and scrunched his face up tight as that sent a wave of pain through his ribs.