I won't dance in that

- I only want you kneeling if it's between my legs, Hector.

Fuck, did I just say that? Who are you, Barbara Novaes? What is this feeling that seems to blind you? What is this thing, that makes the butterflies in your stomach constant, you run out of air, your heart races and when you don't see this man, he still won't leave your mind?

Apparently he didn't expect the answer I gave either, because he was a little without action.

- I'll change clothes... I promise to be quick.

- Take as long as you want... I just can't guarantee that I'll bear to wait here and not invade your room.

- Yes, you will... You've just asked a woman in her pajamas, fresh out of bed, on a date. So get anything, Heitor Casanova. I smiled and ran towards the room.

As soon as I opened the door, Ben was rummaging through my closet, with all the doors wide open.

- What you are doing? - I was confused. “Wasn't you in your bed, dreaming about angels…or demons?

I looked at the bed and on it was a tiny lacy white lingeri