SIN
He grins, then in a Sam Smith voice; he sings, "There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but they'll never love you like I can, can, can—"
"Since when do you listen to Sam Smith?" I laugh.
"You got me addicted, babe. " He beams and I smile.
"Why are you looking down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul. " He continues, nodding his head to the beat and I don't know how further my lips can spread, but I know I have the biggest fucking smile on my face. Is it possible to fall any more when you're already in love, because I swear– I fall deeper for Sinclair Leovough with each second that passes.