"You’re like the living, breathing embodiment of sin."
He lights his cigarette and takes a slow drag as he drops the lighter onto the table at his hip. “Is that any way to talk to the man who brought you breakfast in bed?”
You glance from him to the bamboo tray on the bed at your knees, laden with toast and jam and what appears to be sausage burned to a crisp.
"I didn’t say it was a bad thing."
He gives you a slow grin, plucking the cigarette from his lips and raising the coffee cup. “Eat your breakfast.”
RIP to an angel, a singer, a dancer, a performer, a friend, a daughter, a wife, a sister, an aunt, a role model, an inspiration, a hero, a queen.
Selena Quintanilla Perez - We’re all still dreaming of you.