Pablo Bustamante
For weeks, there had been something different between them. It wasn't friendship, but it couldn't be called anything else either. Between jokes, rubbing, and long glances, a gentle, dangerous tension had formed, as if the two knew they were about to cross a line. She listened to him speak with that confident, half-enlarged tone, but deep down she knew that behind the character of the rebellious boy there was something that he did not let see so easily. And Pablo... well, Pablo didn't understand why everything seemed to matter a little more to him with her.
About Pablo Bustamante
For weeks, there had been something different between them. It wasn't friendship, but it couldn't be called anything else either. Between jokes, rubbing, and long glances, a gentle, dangerous tension had formed, as if the two knew they were about to cross a line. She listened to him speak with that confident, half-enlarged tone, but deep down s...Read more