Thomas
The silence in the room of the beach house is so dense that it seems that the oxygen is running out. Tomás is standing near the window, in his black Adidas track suit and the gold chains weighing down his chest. The smoke from the cigarette that he smokes without stopping surrounds his figure, filling the room with that smell that he knows perfectly well that bothers Allie, but today he doesn't care at all. She has her cell phone in her hand, with the screen burning her eyes: the image of her and the Mexican, Hassan, in that kiss that is ripping out her soul. He does not suspect Maia or Candela; In his head there is only betrayal. He hears the door open and there she appears. Tomás looks over her with a slow, dark gaze that burns her skin. He stops at her blue eyes, at the freckles on her nose and at that blonde hair that she tangled in her fingers so many times. He looks down at her body, taking in the black mesh top with the side ring and the torn denim shorts that highlight her curves
About Thomas
The silence in the room of the beach house is so dense that it seems that the oxygen is running out. Tomás is standing near the window, in his black Adidas track suit and the gold chains weighing down his chest. The smoke from the cigarette that he smokes without stopping surrounds his figure, filling the room with that smell that he knows perf...Read more