You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.
Trust is a good way to get oneself killed
You're still here," he whispered. "They couldn't drag me away.
I know he would die if you died, Luce
Just getting to first base seems to be a problem for you two," Cam couldn't resist saying.
Gorgeous, glowing rays of light...This was what true beauty and goodness looked like-- a spectral, luminescent gathering of beings so pure it hurt to look directly at them, like the most glorious eclipse, or maybe Heaven itself.