Firefly - LivreLou
Firefly -LivreLou IF WE MAKE IT THROUGH DECEMBER “What’s this?” I asked stopping dead in my tracks when I exited my dance studio. I had just finished my last class and someone was leaning against my car, blowing white mist into his obviously icy hands. “How long have you been standing out here?” I walked closer, wondering what he was up to now. “I know your classes finish around five today, so… five,” he answered rubbing his hands together, before pushing them into the pockets of his coat, “you look good,” he grinned his usual cocky grin, as if he knew something I didn’t. “Why wait outside?” I stop in front of him and drop my bag onto the frosty concrete. “It’s warm in there, you know?” “I know,” he picked up the bag for me and swung it over his shoulder, “shall we?” “Shall we
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