Amy Cookson

Mid-to-late twenties, curly-haired, Lancashire lass, with a penchant for film, smut, and country music.

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2 years ago
"Why me?" She crossed her palms in her lap as she watched him stir the cream into his coffee. She was too nervous to try and lift a hot beverage to her lips. She studied the curve of his knuckles, adm...