My father was also dancing, but his type of dance was so strange that I preferred not to face it for a long time. He shook only his head and shoulders, his gray hair shaking madly and his shoulders in a shrug movement. Tristan wasn't dancing, he had been looking at Kendall all the time. I could have sworn seeing his eyes shining. I immediately recognized that the sentimental aura that involved them was taking shape again."Come here, my bear. " Kendall called Tristan with one hand, while a new song played on my cell phone.Tristan didn't wait for another invitation. He approached Kendall shaking his plump body and pulled her with one hand. Kendall approached dancing sensually, holding one of Tristan's hands and swinging the other to the rhythm of the song. He turned her and almost so fast, held her close to her body and she laughed. My father poked me with the spatula."I wish your friend wasn't so blind..." he whispered when I looked in her direction. I also wanted to...But who was

The sound of Joan Lett burst in my ears, and my breath snored in my chest, as the street complained below my running shoes. People and landscapes were just blurs against the wind that kissed my face, wrapped my body like an icy cocoon and removed any trace of insecurity.When we run, we get rid of every bad thought. Running by itself is the best method to relieve a sentimental weight. The feet collide with kilometers of pure concrete, separated by thin shoes with springs. Breathing becomes interspersed, so we need to change the way we breathe. Even if it was in the middle of spring, the month of March was still very harsh, melting the winter ice and rising the icy steam on our faces. It was the heat of adrenaline in my veins that reduced the feeling of cold.“ Yeah me... "I sang my favorite song, alternating between jumping and running even faster.I threw myself between the passage in which the trees formed an arch, closed to the sun, and open to the loved ones who took pictures agai

But she managed to convince me, and only two hours later "the time it took us to get tight clothes and with at least one detail in leather, considering that our bodies were completely different" there we were, two figures covered up to the neck with heavy overcoats. The icy wind hit our shrunken bodies over the fenced door of a store, the air chain invading the loose space between our ankles and the heavy clothing bar, and I cursed myself for once again accepting one more of my friend's ideas.The Dark Target club had a facade as dark as its name. It was discreetly erected between a convenience store and an almost deserted corner. It occurred to me that the few innocent people who passed by the place would know perfectly what those in the long line expected to find inside the house camouflaged by the shadows of the night.I tried not to feel intimidated by people wearing different types of black fantasies. But it was almost impossible not to find yourself staring at a curious figure. I

"What do you think you're doing? "He demanded, his voice sounding with an arrogance that vibrated his entire rib cage cracked by the muscles. His leather vest was open, exposing his black hair on his muscular chest, in addition to two nipple piercings. When I didn't answer, he squeezed me harder, taking me closer. I panicked. "Did someone bite your tongue, little one?”I didn't answer, I couldn't. The fear I felt "remitting the women in the movies I watched" caused my voice to get lost somewhere in my body. All I could do was jump and debate, swearing that I would make that man's fingers slip away, but that only made him squeeze me even more.The woman I had bumped into was still standing in the same place. Taking a look down, I realized that I was running away from the reach of my feet, preventing me from stepping on them in my escape attempt. I thought about raising my head and questioning why I was still standing while the man who apparently owned it, tried to crack my wrists. But t

Looking away from the dance floor, where more people gathered for the hectic dance, I found Zachary's look on my face."Anyway, he insulted me."What kind of insult? "He asked, taking a single sip of his drink, taking my thought to an insane curiosity. If his breath moments before was from a soft mint, now, mixed with whiskey... hm.I shook my head, blinking hard."Pet" my voice sounded like a wheezing against loud music, and it gave me even more courage to say what I thought. “Pet is his ass!The bartender was closer than I thought, and I only realized it after his forced cough, drawing my attention to his slightly wide eyes and lips pressed on a thin line. Very gently, Zachary took all the space over me, forcing me to touch the red-colored wall to my back."First rule for beginners in a place like this, bunny," he spoke calmly, although the hardness of his gaze pinned me. My body warmed and hardened at the same time, and I tried hard not to take my hands around my heated cheeks. “Co