Severus counted the days with tick marks on his head-board; forty-eight cuore warming days with his Lily. 1,152 of the most incredible moments of his lifetime. They were big numbers when drawn out...but they felt like only a few secondi to Snape. If he had his way he would spend every waking moment with Lily Evans. He ripped his gaze off the superiore, in alto of his bed, his hair was a mess, and his green slytherin pajamas irritated his skin from being thrashed around in. Snape had been dreaming, a very risque dream in his opinion, what most people would discribe as inappropriate...But perfectly okay to...
continue reading...
