Pero déjame decirte que las cicatrices son muy importantes, hay que lucirlas con orgullos, porque cada una, pequeña o grande, cuenta una historia, tan pequeña o grande como quieras.
“Listen, if you don’t quit with the knocking then I’m going to call the cops. It’s four in the fucking - Luke? What are you doing here?”
Luke shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he quickly shoves his hands in his pockets and smiles sheepishly. His eyes linger on your neck for a moment, noting that the marks he’d left only hours ago are more obvious than when you’d left him, before he meets your eyes. “I, uh, don’t really know? I wanted to talk, I guess. It seemed like a good idea when I left the party.”
“Did you drive here?” you question, your eyes narrowing and your arms crossing over your chest as you take in his flushed cheeks and messy hair.