Carmen looked at them with large, incredulous eyes and a wordless mouth. She seemed silly to look, she knew, but hey ... who wouldn't look? Here she was, innocently stalking (and grumbling and trying not to cry and not think) into her best friend's apartment, for a friendly heart-to-heart conversation. Here she was standing inside, trying to take it all in.
Yes, Veronica was indeed at home, on her couch ... astride a blond man with blue eyes ... a familiar one.
And they were kissing like there was no tomorrow.
Veronica was attacking Iker's mouth with fervor, biting his lips and placing her hands in all of his hair, running around and grabbing the messy blonde locks. Iker was attacking his mouth back (although not so aggressively), his hands were stretched out helplessly at his sides, gr
