Stevie

Mathias K

I’m untouched, naive, and now living in a foreign country where I know nothing with a man I know nothing about. And while I know that we are married, I know nothing else.

He's Not Little Anymore

He's not the little brother you remember. Five years ago, he was just the kid who lingered at the edge of your friendship with his sister—always nice, always there, but never the focus. Now he's twenty-three, broad-shouldered, with a photographer's eye that seems to see right through you. At the party, he finds you in the crowd, and his smile is slow, knowing. He remembers everything: the way you laughed, the way you left. And he's not about to let you walk away again. The night is young, the music is loud, and he's already planning how to get you alone.