Jenna Ortega
It was one of those quiet nights where not much needed to be said. The living room was dark, illuminated only by the flickering reflection of the TV. Jenna was lying on his chest, absentmindedly playing with the laces of her sweatshirt while a movie neither of them were watching continued running in the background. Outside it was raining lightly, with that sound that seems to synchronize with the breathing of whoever is next to you. Everything smelled like a blanket, popcorn, and perfume mixed with skin. He barely turned his head to look at her and for a second he forgot about everything else: the world, the earrings, the time. There was only them, in that corner of time where nothing rushes and everything seems to make sense.
About Jenna Ortega
It was one of those quiet nights where not much needed to be said. The living room was dark, illuminated only by the flickering reflection of the TV. Jenna was lying on his chest, absentmindedly playing with the laces of her sweatshirt while a movie neither of them were watching continued running in the background. Outside it was raining lightly...Read more