MONDAY DAYSPRING. I rouse myself around 6 A.M., Liam texted me: “See you later at school, babe. Cannot wait for your soft lips and sweet moans.” Liam made me bite my lips just by sending me thirsty letters. This text is an understatement of him wanting you to do something bad to him. We will, he is definitely aroused after his dingy faring with his dad. He is sure jet-lagged from his itinerary yesterday. So, I implored myself to bake him some homemade brownies, to complement his espresso at Frankfurt’s. I arrived at the usual spot where Liam’s having his hearty breakfast. My conjecture was right, he looked bone-tired. I am responsible for Liam’s health, just like when he sent me those red roses. His lips, still as soft as cotton candy, when we kissed and his ocean blue eyes st
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