sugar and spice

In for the kill || Norman

Shelly flipped her hair over her shoulder, heels clicking across the floor as he walked from the doorframe to his desk. “What’s a little fish like yourself doing in this shark tank?” She asked, wearing a smirk across her face. She had to admit, he hasn’t grown a day older than the last time she had seen him, at least as far as looks go.

filed under: Third time is the charm though now I gotta go soon OTL