“Something shifts in Jean’s chest, but he can’t place what.“You know,” Jean begins again, clearing his throat, “That door doesn’t hang straight.”Marco’s smile is slow but honest and his dark eyes shift to the door
“Something shifts in Jean’s chest, but he can’t place what.“You know,” Jean begins again, clearing his throat, “That door doesn’t hang straight.”Marco’s smile is slow but honest and his dark eyes shift to the door