Oh, God. I'm in big trouble. Because I'm staring. I can't keep my eyes from ogling his chiseled triceps and biceps and every other "eps ' he has. The butterflies in my stomach have just multiplied tenfold as my wandering gaze meets his.
Simone ElkelesHey, Carlos," the Professor says when he walks in. "How was REACH?" "It sucked." "Can you be more specific?" my guardian asks. "It really sucked," I elaborate, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Simone ElkelesDid A tell you your eyes remind me of blown glass? I can see your soul through those eyes, Amy. They get darker when youโre trying to be sexy and shine when you smile. And when you think youโre in trouble you blink double the amount that you usually do. And when your sad the corners of your eyes turn down. I miss your eyes. And I donโt want the sad ones to be my last memory of you.
Simone Elkeles