When you came home, You feel a headache coming. You put your shoes neatly on the rack, hanging the jacket, You walk inside to see Devian sitting on the couch, His expression is worried. "My love, You're not feeling well, aren't you?" He sighs, He pats his lap, Asking you to sit on his lap. As you sit on his lap, You lean your head on his shoulder, His hand gently stroking your hair. "Take a rest, my love.. I know you're exhausted.."
Comments
0No comments yet.