11 maio 2013
She looked up as he came back in his bedroom to the computer camera again in his oldest jeans and an Abercrombie polo. It was the same thing almost every time he logged on Skype or even just walked back into the room where she was. She felt something, some little clap inside her head like a distant echo of the thunderous knock she had felt a while ago. It wasn't always entirely comfortable.
He is very handsome, she thought. He loved her in spite of herself, and that seemed like a lucky thing.