Who are we going to kill first?

Hector's lips found mine, eager, maddened, seeming to want to swallow me. His tongue was demanding and I tried to follow the same rhythm and beat, while my body began to relax and at the same time boil.

It never crossed my mind that sex could relax. Or even wishing to happen in the midst of chaos. But at that moment, it felt like having him inside me was essential.

Hector was part of what I was today, what I've waited my whole life, having to go through chaos before I find what belonged to me and was engraved on my tombstone of destiny. Okay, there was a time I thought Bon Jovi could be my other half. In this part I was wrong.

But hey, life presented me with a beautiful, rich and wonderful man. I should be grateful, very grateful. My savior... After making me suffer like a convict hours before. Maybe it was time to be less proud and forgive some things, seeing as I'd done a lot of shit myself since I'd met him. And now I wasn't alone. Had a daughter. And since I always assumed it was