So This is Love
Maya Valeit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyesthis time the tears were minei hold on so nervouslyhe sneaks glances at me
“You are so dramatic.”
Mary gasped. Actually gasped. “¿Perdón?” She flipped her hair hard enough it snapped against her shoulder. “I am passionate. There is a difference.”
Norah shook her head, amused. “Maybe you’re overdoing it.”
Mary froze. Then turned slowly. “Overdoing what?”
“This whole… thing,” Norah said, gesturing vaguely at Mary’s expressive body language, her tone, her energy.
Mary planted a hand on her hip. “This is who I am,” she declared. “This is Mary. I don’t do half-love. Nothing is too much when it comes to love.”