A carpet of bluebells heralded the spring, rebirth and growth surrounded them. They lay among the flowers in the sunlight that blazed through the forest canopy, enjoying the intimate closeness of their bodies next to each other. ‘I’ve missed this,’ the girl murmured, her hands roaming across his chest and stomach. ‘Me too,’ the boy … Continue reading THE LAST BELL TOLLS
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