She talks loudly.
Too loudly.
But my peace was disturbed long
before her voice filled my head.
It... was... his.
Mixed up with blush cheeks
and wandering hands.
The perfect recipe for lust. Or love?
The entire time two words flashing through my mind:
Two.
Weeks.
Two Weeks is not a long time.
Unless you can fill it with
a
billion
mistakes.
