She doesn’t say that she loves him, because it would be a lie.
Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd loves herself and no one else.
But that doesn’t stop her from shivering when he trails a hand down her spine. And that doesn’t keep her from smiling when he kisses her cheeks and the faint blush on his cheeks spreads all the way to his ears. It isn’t enough to stop her from laughing when he takes her hand in his and spins her around and around until she feels like a princess dancing across the clouds.
Rhonda/Harold
Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd loves herself and no one else.
But that doesn’t stop her from shivering when he trails a hand down her spine. And that doesn’t keep her from smiling when he kisses her cheeks and the faint blush on his cheeks spreads all the way to his ears. It isn’t enough to stop her from laughing when he takes her hand in his and spins her around and around until she feels like a princess dancing across the clouds.
Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd loves herself.
She does not say that she loves him.
But Harold knows.
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a/n: I love them. <3333333