God didn’t make me to make movies, flex muscles, buy gold. What you love the most becomes your God.
Mr. TMr. T I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. “i love you,” he murmured into my hair. “i’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
Becca FitzpatrickBecca Fitzpatrick His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
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