He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from th — Virginia Alison

He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from th — Virginia Alison

He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from th — Virginia Alison

He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from th — Virginia Alison

He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from th — Virginia Alison

He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from the fevered maelstrom that set fire to the night sky. Fury in his step and passion furrowing his brow...He is my perfect storm...

— Virginia Alison

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