“Sorry to wake you Val, but we fell asleep and I need to be home.” She said softly.
“Oh, right.” I yawned. “What time is it?” I sat up a little, seeing the light that came from the little window. “ f**k! The sun's up! Your dad is gonna kill us, let's go!” Salomé put her dress on, she kept my sweater though, and we rushed to her place. I parked my bike in the back of her house and we broke into her garden silently. She hung her heels on her purse and I helped her to reach a window on the first floor. “You got it?” I asked, holding her feet in my intertwined hands.
“Yes.” She whispered, throwing her purse inside to lean her weight on the window’s frame.
“You know, this is a beautiful rear view.”
“Valentín!” She squeaked lowly, struggling to get in.
“Just focus on not landing on your fa
