Hector and Ben

- This is not a dream, Barbara. It's real. And tomorrow you will be sober and unfortunately you may not remember anything that happened here.

I took her hands off my tie and scrambled away.

- Are you hungry? I asked.

- Only you.

Fuck! I would have to be very strong not to take her clothes off and kiss every inch of her skin before I fucked her with all my might.

I turned around and took a deep breath. I have never used a woman's drinking to take advantage of myself, although I have been abused by them a lot because of my condition of drinking too much.

She shifted in bed and I came back, taking off her shoes to make her more comfortable.

- Sleep, Barbara.

- Only if it's with you. Lie on my side.

I sighed and removed my shoe, lying down beside her as far away as I could. She rolled over to me, laughing as she lifted her chest, trying to brace herself on her arms, barely able to keep her eyes fixed on mine.

- I like to dream about you - he said. - I love your eyes.

- Love you. - I touch