Serena. Koen’s gaze remains there for a long time, as though captured, or maybe unwilling to let go. “Well, well, well,” he drawls. His voice is gruff. Too deep. “I’m fucked, all right.” Understanding immediately dawns on Lowe. This, he thinks, is going to be an issue.
mates are so rare most were go their whole lives without finding theirs blah blah BLAH except for these two best friends. obviously
