He kissed her. Not because the party demanded it, not because Chad told him to, but because the space between them had finally collapsed, like a dying star into something dense and real.
“You snore,” she said.
She was sitting on a leather couch, alone. She wore a simple grey sweater and jeans, no costume. Her hair was a messy bun, and she was reading a dog-eared paperback by the light of a strobe. A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking.
“I see you,” she said.
She looked up. Her eyes were the color of old honey. “Neither is this party.”
Espectaculares fotografías de gente bonita, y viajes por el mundo, las imágenes más sexys están aquí.
