Ron X Blaise の小説・ストーリー

His blond hair is tousled just enough to seem effortless and he has the kind of face that makes people do a double take. I should use him. Maybe if I let myself get lost in someone else, Xavier would stop haunting her. So I smile, the kind of smile I've practiced in the mirror for years, and murmur, “Thanks.” “I wonder if he means what he said. If he really thinks I look beautiful, scars and all, or if he’s just being polite. But I don’t let myself linger on the thought. Not tonight. Nikolas and Gary talk as we drive, something about a project at work. They’re both engineers for a major firm, but I only half listen, nodding when the moment calls for it.