Underground
“WHAT EXACTLY, LOVE, WASN’T YOUR DOING?” Klaus asked bluntly ignoring the wanted confession of love.
“Our bedroom? That may or may not have magically turned itself dark purple and black... That also may or may not have turned itself medieval. With the big wooden post bed and the...” Jacob started to use his hands to explain but stop when he saw the look on Klaus face. “That may or may not have been my doing?”
“You know what.... Never mind.....”




















