Except… I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don’t make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don’t make a sound. And as his stubble rasps my face, I don’t make a sound. I don’t need to. We’re still talking. Every touch he makes, every imprint of his skin is like another word, another thought, a continuation of our conversation. And we’re not done yet. Not yet. |
Este es el momento que mas me gustó del libro completo, aunque no quiero confundir a nadie, I’ve got your number es una comedia romántica, mas comedia que romance.
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