#12
“His eyes, his smile, very much like mine, don't you think?” Cruz commented as he saw it. which was a fact that Ava could not argue with. Damon is almost nothing like her. He took off every Cruz's style.
“How do you do it?” Ava asked again. This time, she began to lose control of her emotions.
“Give him back to me. And where do you want to go, go with whoever you want,” Cruz replied in a low tone.
“Your words have been heard. Isn't that a little strange?” Ava couldn't bear to push back.
“It's not strange because it is like that. He's the part of me that you keep… right here,” Cruz said, lowering his eyes to the middle of his body. “Or are you going to argue that he didn't come out of me?” Ava turned to Cruz's cheeky words.
“Brilliant and capable like you. Then why didn't you release a part of it to someone?” Cruz smiled.
"You're doing it. Aren't you conscious?" Cruz leaned forward and whispered next to Ava's little ear. with fun wind teases