DON’T HOLD YOUR BREATH
You remember when he’d close your hand in both of his and blow so hot you could blush his cheek after with just a fingertip. He coughs and asks again for your glove size.
DON’T HOLD YOUR BREATH
You remember when he’d close your hand in both of his and blow so hot you could blush his cheek after with just a fingertip. He coughs and asks again for your glove size.