“Chica chica, come look for un momentito!” “I know you want to…” The left corner of her lip turned up so slyly, so sure that she has already captured her prey, you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. Not to mention her bony but firm arm clasped around my waist eagerly reeling me in.…
For the last two mornings, Christian had gone out to get us breakfast while I still lay fast asleep. And to be honest he had done so for a dispraportional amount of mornings in the past couple months. (Don’t count me out though! I’m still the designated egg scrambler, that’s worth something isn’t it?)…
