Saturday.
"You done in there yet?"
"Yeah. How do I look?"
"You're not exactly dressed for warmth, are you?"
"Why would I need to be? I've got you."
He smiled. In it was his always-perfect proportion of cute to dorky, shy to happy.
Why would I need warmer clothes when his smile alone could make me melt?
Ren Tempess · Sun Dec 19, 2010 @ 03:00am · 0 Comments |