Leo threw a pillow at my head. "Don't let it go to your head, nerd."
Let me be clear: I wasn't a creepy kid. I just had eyes. And Mrs. Delgado, Elena, was the kind of person who made you understand why Renaissance painters loved natural light. My frnd hot mom
A minute later, Mrs. Delgado came down. She was holding two tall glasses of iced coffee, condensation dripping down the sides. She’d changed into a loose, light linen shirt and simple shorts. Her hair was down, still slightly damp from her own attempt to cool off. Leo threw a pillow at my head
The Summer of Seeing Clearly
I didn't know what to say. I just mumbled, "He's easy to be friends with." "He's easy to be friends with."