Picking Daisies on Sundays

Levi embraced them back, his arms stretching around them with nostalgic love. Scrapbooking didn’t work; watching endless romance films didn’t work; embroidering and quilting didn’t work; and writing a list of all of his cons definitely didn’t work because he had none. Levi had mentioned that the professor he TA’s for offers him a lot of freedom in the class to teach. Every fiber of his being was being put in this kiss.