“Oh, he made it,” Andrew said. “That’s interesting.” He pressed two fingers to Neil’s throat, checking his pulse. When Neil tried to bat him away, Andrew caught his wrist with his free hand. His smile was small and fierce as he leaned forward into Neil’s space.
“Remember this feeling. This is the moment you stop being the rabbit.”
No borres las fotos donde cierras los ojos accidentalmente, donde tu cabello sale despeinado y tu sonrisa un poco chueca, donde te ves exactamente como eres, sin poses perfectas, sin filtros, sin ojeras.