When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Delilah. Slowly, I walk down from the stairs and I can tell that everyone is looking at me. Angel put me together after the crying session. She fixed my face and attended to my hair, leaving it to cascades in a way as the length ends at my waist. I control my heart from beating erratically as I head towards them. At that moment, I know Brad is in the midst but I do not look at him. I notice his parents but I do not pay attention to them either. There is someone who is looking at me far more than anyone else. Thorn. His eyes reveals a depth of emotion, suggesting that we have a connection beyond mere physical attraction. Thorn’s eyes are like finely honed daggers, sharp and penetrating my every move, tracing the silhouette of my body with a mixture of admiration and nervousness. His e