Citation de bookheart
Nazeera takes a step back when she sees my face.
She's perfect. Perfect everything. Long legs and curves. Her face is insane. Faces shouldn't look like that. Bright, honey-colored eyes and skin like dusk. Her hair is so brown it's nearly black. Thick, heavy, straight. She reminds me of something, of a feeling I don't even know how to describe. And there's something about her that's made me stupid. Drunk, like I could just stare at her and be happy, float forever in this feeling. And then I realize, with a start, that I'm staring at her mouth again.
I never mean to. It just happens.
She's perfect. Perfect everything. Long legs and curves. Her face is insane. Faces shouldn't look like that. Bright, honey-colored eyes and skin like dusk. Her hair is so brown it's nearly black. Thick, heavy, straight. She reminds me of something, of a feeling I don't even know how to describe. And there's something about her that's made me stupid. Drunk, like I could just stare at her and be happy, float forever in this feeling. And then I realize, with a start, that I'm staring at her mouth again.
I never mean to. It just happens.
