Jackson picked up his glass, tilting it toward me, and... um… there was a lot of golden light spilling into the cabin from the sunset and, unfortunately, it kind of complemented his everything. It wasn’t until his victorious little smirk expanded to a full grin that I realized I was staring. “Like what you see?” he teased playfully as I snatched up my own flute.
ME ENCANTAN ASÍ pretensiosos pero no narcisistas!!! Puntos para la autora 😮💨
