Romans & histoires Let Go

Lemme know your thoughts. Goodbye 👋👋👋👋👋

“Go - go away. Don’t come back.” She fled and didn’t look back.

where did you go? -o0o-

Then another, until all the pins are gone from my hair and scattered on the ground and my hair is falling down my bare shoulders. "Move, Zoya," I think. "kick this mother fucker in the shin..." But my stomach was doing some weird flipping, and my legs were as stiff as a stubborn piece of clay. "Rule number one," the hand on my waist moves up to my zipper. "Gear for battle. Not pretty black gowns." That's when I move, the shock at what he's about to do spurring me into motion. I push Ragnar away with surprising strength. I stumbling back, the tension crackling between us like the fire that burned in the chimney.