decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She frowned and just held onto him desperately. “My father is going to kill you himself.” She whimpered, burying her face into his shoulder and holding him tighter than she ever had before, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder as it all came out.
Ivar nodded and smiled. “Why not? They have 8 weeks off of school and what’s a few more after that? They don’t need school for where they’re going in life.” He muttered.
Ivar nodded and smiled. “Why not? They have 8 weeks off of school and what’s a few more after that? They don’t need school for where they’re going in life.” He muttered.