I knew this moment was coming. The moment where I had to either make my presence known or let him send me away with a glance.
My hands shook, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Every part of me wanted to hide. But I wouldn't.
I was no longer the girl who bowed her head in shame.
I lifted my face slowly, meeting his eyes with all the things I was carrying swirling inside mine. The truth, the guilt, the regret. And with that, I said the words I had been avoiding.
"I'm María José," I whispered.
The moment I said my name, Álvaro's face changed.
It wasn't shock neither was it confusion. It was worse than that… it was delight. That cruel kind of delight only men like him could wear so naturally. A smirk slid onto his face like oil across glass.
At first, he slid out of the car and fitted his body into the space.
"So it's true?" he asked, leaning against his car door with the relaxed posture of someone watching a train wreck they were enjoying far too much.
