Love Rocks The De La Cruz’s World
What’s the matter, Freckles?
Sometimes the clouds weren’t weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn’t mean it wasn’t scary, or that I wasn’t still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I’d be alright.
I glanced again. He was still watching me.
Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy… well.
A warm dead photograph is much livelier than a living cold reality!
His muscles flexed as he stood, and Rosa couldn’t prevent herself from watching with veiled admiration. He was certainly a very beautiful man. She looked away in embarrassment, worried she might say or do something inappropriate.
Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.
Hot water makes stress, makes you embarrassed… cold makes you to refresh, calm, relax… but mainly dead people are cold and the alive are hotter.
That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn.
I’m too hot to handle; poor bitch needs to be treated for burns!