Dario’s point of view.
“Aless, are you high?” Bianca's voice sounds muffled, and it is. It's muffled by the loud heartbeats that thump in my ears as our eyes lock.
“Aless?!” Bianca calls his name again when he doesn't answer because he's too lost in... my eyes?
Good God, he's gonna be the death of me.
“Yes?” he answers automatically.
“I asked you a question,” Bianca insists, and he closes his eyes as if to pull himself out of his trance, and I barely stop myself from complaining, because I instantly miss the blue... and... I miss the way he looks at me.
“What question?” he asks, still with his eyes closed, but now, the need to complain is not so big anymore because I can examine his face, admire his long and curved black eyelashes that rest on his high cheekbones, his full lips... an
