I glance at Scott.
..... He looks like someone from a painting. His proportions are absolutely breathtaking.
I bite my lip.
I don't belong.
Hell, what am I even doing here. A life like this isn't for me....
..... He looks like someone from a painting. His proportions are absolutely breathtaking.
I bite my lip.
I don't belong.
Hell, what am I even doing here. A life like this isn't for me....
