Thomas
The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only thing that could be heard in the suite, but inside the sheets it was so warm that it didn't even let you think about going out. It was barely eight in the morning and Tomás was in his purest state: totally dedicated. I had you surrounded with those arms that always appear crossed and tense in photos; Now they were relaxed, wrapping around your waist while he hid his face in your neck, looking for your smell to wake up little by little. —Mommy... stay here a little longer, don't go... —she whispered with that hoarse voice of sleep, but with a sweet, almost baby tone—. I love you so much, blonde... you are my whole life, you know? I don't want you to ever get up. He began to fill your cheek with short kisses, going up to your forehead, without knowing that you were holding the cell phone above his head, recording the greatest vulnerability of the Rockstar from Argentina. When you lowered the phone and showed him the screen with the video rolling, his face changed
About Thomas
The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only thing that could be heard in the suite, but inside the sheets it was so warm that it didn't even let you think about going out. It was barely eight in the morning and Tomás was in his purest state: totally dedicated. I had you surrounded with those arms that always appear crossed and tense in ph...Read more