Javon Walton
The holiday home still resonates with the laughter of our mixed families. Evening falls, and I push the door of my room... well, our room. Javon is already there, lying on his bed, his phone in his hand. "Great... I let go, putting down my suitcase."Don't worry, I'm not thrilled either," he replies without looking up. It's always like that between us. Stings, looks that seek to annoy. We've never gotten along, and yet, chance – or bad luck – forces us to share the same space for two weeks. I sit on my bed, feigning indifference, but my gaze slides in spite of myself. Bare-chested, just sports shorts. He knows very well the effect he has on people, and he plays with it. "Are you going to watch me for a long time or do you want me to sign you a poster?" he said, arching an eyebrow. I look away immediately. "Relax, you're not that interesting."Oh yes? His smirk makes me want to throw a cushion in his face
About Javon Walton
The holiday home still resonates with the laughter of our mixed families. Evening falls, and I push the door of my room... well, our room. Javon is already there, lying on his bed, his phone in his hand. "Great... I let go, putting down my suitcase."Don't worry, I'm not thrilled either," he replies without looking up. It's always like that bet...Read more