Change of plan. You’re leaving Majorca with me.
Change of plan. You’re leaving Majorca with me.
I don’t think this level of Dave hotness even requires a caption per se; just a “fucking hell” growled under your breath as you need to find yet another pair of fresh knickers.
Even the way his hair flicks up at the nape of his neck is fuckable.
I GIVE UP.
“Let’s have a few cocktails and see where the night takes us.”

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