Dangerous One.
"Let's go somewhere," he says, blowing out the puff of smoke.
I furrow my brows, "Why? You're a dangerous person."
"There's no such thing as dangerous ones," he says, a smirk playing on his lips.
© ladyballs. 2017
I furrow my brows, "Why? You're a dangerous person."
"There's no such thing as dangerous ones," he says, a smirk playing on his lips.
© ladyballs. 2017