~Declan~

This isn’t a dream, I know that, but this was beyond my reverie. Red messy hair framed her face, cheeks as red as a beetroot, lips plump and fucking kissable. I had seen all of her before, but she’s grown into a fine woman. She was perfect, but the scars on her porcelain skin twisted my guts. How the hell did she get all those scars? The story behind those marks terrifies me. I don’t wanna think about them right now. I just wanna look at Serena spread open before me as long as ...