“Why am I here?”
The old answer was, Luca; Luca the boisterous, the adventurous, the magnetic. Luca, larger than life; the centre of the universe; cutting a swath through the club while Gila trailed in his wake; Luca drawing him close and kissing him roughly as they left, murmuring, “Only you.”
“Why am I here?”
“You tell me.”
Gila
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Mmmm, Kaka! I think I'll try for a Kaka/Yoann at work tomorrow.
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