Faith
I could still feel the high lingering around and fogging my mind as I laid in the bed. Angeles was asleep on the other side and I kept thinking about him, about his gentleness now.
Maybe he's changed. I know I have.
Turning to my side, I stared over at his sleeping face and admired his features, he was handsome, absolutely and positively handsome.
And there's so much about him, so much that I never knew was-well that I never knew existed.
We're going to Japan in two days and I just-I think it's getting to me. I never would've imagined myself traveling through Tokyo with Angeles Vaughn. He's Angeles, the boy who ruined my childhood. Yet, when he's laying here, so still, so vulnerable and calm, I can't hel
