The Secrets of the Bad Boy
His gray eyes shone with low intensity due to the low lighting, the chandeliers weren't much use but they were still beautiful grays that linked to mine effortlessly.
"What is your favorite book?"
“I don't have one, it's hard to choose one when everyone has taught you something valuable.”
“So, what do you recommend?”
“Follow me.” Maybe that half smile was an illusion of mine.
We approached a room with four walls, three full of shelves, one of the walls was demolished, giving the view a beautiful starry sky and the lights of a big city. In the center of the room there was a table with many books.
“Take whatever you want,” he obliged, sitting on the edge of the broken wall, admiring the sky, h
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