❝ i’m… —trying to catch, my breath. ❞ the huffs and sharp intakes of air left jazmine breathless, but the dancing had also added to her airless lungs. as she squatted down to reach her water bottle, her shoulder leaned on the wall-mirror in the room, eyeing the male that stood not too far away from a sweat filled smirking teen. ❝ so, you’re going to look at me like un pendejo que nunca me a visto bailar, or are you going to learn the damn routine yourself ? ❞
@untamablebeasts // ♡’d
