Jarred turned back to me and whispered “I’m sorry about that.” And then he leaned forward, putting one hand behind my dark hair and another by my waist, pressing his lips against mine. It just felt right. xvideos I can see him then. I guess good things just couldn’t happen to me, because if they did, I get hurt in the end. Or maybe there was something that prevented him from getting to me. Even the animals I worked with sensed my tension, and in turn, grew more difficult to handle. I was left in the “don’t look in the eyes” zone.
Perhaps love didn’t last, after all. His sapphire eyes lingered over my trimmed patch of dark hair.
