"I think we've both been counting sunsets wrong," Mateo continued, his eyes reflecting the fading light. "We should count the moments in between, the ones that make life worth living."
Sofía had always been a bit of a recluse. Books were her friends, and her imagination was her playground. Mateo, on the other hand, seemed to have the world at his feet. He was charming, outgoing, and had a laughter that could melt hearts. Or so it seemed. Contando atardeceres - La Vecina Rubia.epub
The first time they met, Sofía was reading in her garden. Mateo had accidentally hit a ball over the fence while playing tennis, and as he climbed over to retrieve it, their eyes met. Literally, they collided. Sofía remembered feeling a rush, a jolt of electricity that ran through her veins. Mateo apologized, handed her the ball, and flashed that radiant smile. "I think we've both been counting sunsets wrong,"