There's something intriguing about the way a shared glance can linger in the air, like a secret waiting to be uncovered. I find myself lost in thoughts of what lies beneath the surface, wondering if you feel it too. crossing my legs made it better i think
There's something intriguing about the way a shared glance can linger in the air, like a secret waiting to be uncovered. I find myself lost in thoughts of what lies beneath the surface, wondering if you feel it too. 🌌✨crossing my legs made it better i think
