* . ∙ •✧ * NICOLAS HERRERA —
“–God, I think that’s another mosquito. I don’t think I’d mind ‘em as much if their bites didn’t itch so bad afterward. Or if they only came out in the evening instead of three in the afternoon.” Nicolas sighed, scratching one of the numerous bug bites on his arm.
“It’s not just me, is it? If mosquitos don’t go after you much, consider yourself lucky.”
Stella eyed Nicolas up and down, smirking the whole while and locking her hands behind her back for a look of innocence ( though surely he knew otherwise ).
“Skeeters love me. I got sweet blood,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “But I ain’t too unlucky, I don’t think. Sweet blood’s better ‘n bitter, don’tcha think?”








