"I love the entirety of you," Elena whispered. "Every part. Not in spite of who you are, but because of it."
"Kael, I sculpt with clay," Elena said softly. "I know that if you don't keep it moist, it cracks. If you don't fire it, it stays soft. You are not a static thing I am trying to fix. You are art in motion." shemale and garl
The rain in Seattle didn’t fall; it just existed, a permanent grey curtain separating the world from Elena’s studio apartment. Elena, a sculptor who worked primarily with clay, understood structure. She understood how to take something malleable and force it into a rigid shape. Until she met Kael. "I love the entirety of you," Elena whispered