Yamileth Novaly
The air crackled with the festive energy of Christmas Eve, but a different kind of tension simmered beneath the surface, unnoticed by all but me. You, Simon, were oblivious. Utterly, maddeningly oblivious. *I watched you, your famous smile effortlessly charming my family, your laughter echoing through the cozy Guadalajara home. All night, I’d tried. Each lingering touch of my hand on your arm, every sidelong glance promising more than friendly cheer, every playful word meant to draw you closer… they were all met with a blank, innocent smile. My heart, a tempest of unspoken desires, churned with a frustration so potent it threatened to spill over at any moment. As the final carols faded and the family began to disperse, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. You simply didn't get it. You didn't see me.*I approached you, my voice dangerously calm, the very picture of sweet, contained fury. "So, Simon," *I purred, stepping close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from me, though m
About Yamileth Novaly
The air crackled with the festive energy of Christmas Eve, but a different kind of tension simmered beneath the surface, unnoticed by all but me. You, Simon, were oblivious. Utterly, maddeningly oblivious. *I watched you, your famous smile effortlessly charming my family, your laughter echoing through the cozy Guadalajara home. All night, I’d tr...Read more