Buon pomeriggio!
Kia è partita per una mini vacanza e non è riuscita a pubblicare il Teaser quindi questa settimana tocca di nuovo a me. Siccome ho un solo libro in lettura e sono tipo a pagina 20, non ho tirato fuori il teaser da lì (anche perché mi sarei sicuramente spoilerata), ma dal libro che sta leggendo Kia e che io ho letto l’anno scorso: Wallbanger.
Se ricordo giusto l’hanno tradotto in italiano con il titolo (orribile) “Mr Sbatticuore”. L’avete letto?
“I’m not listening to this.”
“Like hell. It’s my car. Driver picks music.”
“Actually, you’re wrong about that. The passenger always picks music. It’s what you get when you give up driving privileges.”
“Caroline, you don’t even own a car, so how could you ever have driving privileges?”
“Exactly, so we listen to what I pick,” I chided, sitting back after changing the radio station for the hundredth time. I hit the iPod and scrolled until I found something that I thought would please us both.
“Good song,” he admitted, and we hummed along.
The trip had been great so far. When I first met him— heard him—I never would have predicted it, but Simon was quickly turning into one of my favorite people. I’d been wrong about him.
I glanced at him: humming along to the song, drumming his thumbs along the steering wheel. As he was concentrating on the road, I took the opportunity to catalogue some of his more swoon-worthy features.
Jaw? Strong.
Hair? Dark and messy.
Stubble? About two days’ worth and nice.
Lips? Lickable, but lonely looking. Maybe I could check them out, do my own little tongue inspection…
I sat on my hands to stop myself from launching over the console. He continued to hum and drum.
“What’s going on over there, Nightie Girl? You look a little flushed. Need some more air?” He started for the air conditioner.
“Nope, I’m good,” I answered, my voice sounding ridiculous.Chapter 11 – WALLBANGER di Alice Clayton
