I Did Well – Donia
The secluded bay stretches wild, waves crashing under 80s sun. Scooter hums to a stop. Donia presses tight against my back, her cheek hot on my neck. Heart races already. She whispers about Clara’s bossiness,…
The secluded bay stretches wild, waves crashing under 80s sun. Scooter hums to a stop. Donia presses tight against my back, her cheek hot on my neck. Heart races already. She whispers about Clara’s bossiness,…