“It’s getting late,” she said bleary eyed.
A lone ringlet fell over her eyes.
He brushed it back gently, curling it over her ear.
“I know,” he replied,
repeating, “I know.”
“It’s getting late,” she said bleary eyed.
A lone ringlet fell over her eyes.
He brushed it back gently, curling it over her ear.
“I know,” he replied,
repeating, “I know.”
