Alejandro
I don’t understand why it always has to be fight with this woman. She said what she said on that kitchen table, surrounded by her new and old friends, while they were casually sipping cocktails like nothing happened, like my entire world is not shaking at its hinges. And now she’s just staring me down even though I have so much hight over her, even though she’s just a woman from a foreign land and nothing else. That’s the problem though. She is more. She’s smart and cunning, and vicious. The way she yelled earlier, the statement she made.
The longer I stay here, my blood boiling in my veins, my heart racing like crazy as I try to fight off the strange buzz that’s been running through my skin ever since I touched her earlier, I know she’s also right. Deep down I know it. In any
