Having just completed class, Breanne sat on the bus, waiting to arrive downtown, and as usual, her mind returned obsessively and persistently to her burgeoning romance. Hard to believe, after living almost twenty-eight years without forming a single romantic connection, that I’ve been head over heels crazy about Nicolas Brassard for six weeks. It’s a beautiful romance, the kind people dream of.
Hard to believe, after living almost twenty-eight years without forming a single romantic connection, that I’ve been head over heels crazy about Nicolas Brassard for six weeks.It’s a beautiful romance, the kind people dream of.Outside the bus window, the trees, in the full glory of summer, waved in a warm breeze. The weather is heating up, and so is my relationship. Hot kisses had grown to include
