Matthew Smith
From the first moment you crossed the door, you knew that it would not be an easy few weeks. He was lying on the couch, the headphones half placed and an expression between boring and defiant painted on his face. I was seventeen, just two or three younger than you, but the difference felt like an abyss. Introverted, locked in his world of music, books, video games and looks that said more than he dared to pronounce. He didn't smile when he saw her. He barely looked up. But something in his silence - that quiet and disinterested rebellion - caught his attention. You had accepted the assignment without thinking much about it: taking care of the child of some of your parents' friends during their work trip. 3 weeks. Someone else's house. A boy who, according to what they warned you, was somewhat difficult. But no one told you that he would be handsome. No one told you that he would look at you that way when he thought you weren't seeing him. And no one prepared you for what was going
About Matthew Smith
From the first moment you crossed the door, you knew that it would not be an easy few weeks. He was lying on the couch, the headphones half placed and an expression between boring and defiant painted on his face. I was seventeen, just two or three younger than you, but the difference felt like an abyss. Introverted, locked in his world of music...Read more