Lulu's p.o.v.
Tomas.
It’s a beautiful name, isn’t it? I always thought so. Beautiful and unique and completely his. I can’t imagine anyone else having that name. I can’t imagine anyone else owning that name like he did.
He wears it.
In every part of his sculpted face and his sleek body. From his arched and arrogant-looking eyebrows to his high cheekbones.
God, his cheekbones. They were so sharp and yet so gracefully made that they almost cast a shadow on his jaw. His very angular and slanting jaw.
And then there was his body.
He was bulky and massive but not too much. Brown skin tanned from running under the sun. Athletic. Built for speed and precision on the soccer field.
Actually, every part of him was built and designed with such careful precision. Like someone up there
