I so wanted her to hold me. But there was another and we were drunk and my fingers were searching hers, and not the other way around.
I lay in bed the following nights, my mind replaying the fog of Friday.
I so wanted her to hold me. But there was another and we were drunk and my fingers were searching hers, and not the other way around.
I lay in bed the following nights, my mind replaying the fog of Friday.