The Cliffhanger
to bolt for the door, the simplicity, to jolt at the knob, with such energy, a radiant Paris sunset like one never quite seen before, the mystery, but he's more than metaphor, and if he is, then why is she on the next flight out of London?
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2016
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