My name is Ruth. I'm 24 this year and I need a outlet to my busy/tired/outrageous/strange/moody/needy thoughts. I hope you find kindred spirit in these thoughts of mine.
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Her resident insomniac
It was always the warm timbre of his voice whispered against her skin that would stir her senses into wake. Then the outline of his troubled brow would come into view and an apology would slip past his lips.
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