But the warmth of his hand crawled through my icy, cold fingers feeling as if spring has already arrived. Somehow I felt very joyous and instantly forgot about the harsh, cold outside and grasped his hand tighter. When Jack finally turned his face to me I opened my mouth attempting to speak, but as I did he placed a finger over my lips, shaking his head as if saying "don't speak" then he leaned forward and passionately kissed me.
- London Love
My name is Rhea and I like to read books and to write them even though I might stink at it. Some people call me Rae.
To those who have been reading my book I'll be making some edition like replacing or adding new parts so you might want to reread some chapters