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Even with the cold air of the starry night, all the streets are full of people.Musicians play in the squares, entertaining small audiences that are mostly childless couples. Singles and committed parade along the sidewalk as they head to theaters and public gardens, wearing their best clothes and brightest smiles. The tinkling of cutlery on dishes fills the walks as I go through cafes and restaurants with illuminated signs, and the delicious aroma of food invades my path beyond the resplendent stores.The meeting point that Penelope had indicated to me earlier appears sneakily hidden between two convenience stores. It is a small restaurant built on the lowest floor of a duplex, whose decoration displays the gradient of gold and burnt brown, soft and cozy. A song flows smoothly between the walls, played by a musician on a small stage next to the bar.It's the first time in a long time since I've explored the city in search of fun right in the middle of the week. It's Thursday, and Pen
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I know I shouldn't deceive myself, but I would never find it so beautiful to see a man of all this size act like a child in love with the teacher. I have to remember that this is your role tonight. Pretending the overwhelming passion that is certainly the reason why I have to get married in a hurry. By the way his smile reaches his eyes, I can guarantee that he is fulfilling his role very well."And I really hope Natalie can learn more during my absence," I conclude by squeezing my lips. His face seems frozen in the same expression, and I still think he's beautiful. God in heaven. "I'm done.”He blinks, as if waking up from a trance, and looks away from my mouth to a piece of cheese stuck on a toothpick."And what do you do when you're not at work?”"Save strangers from death" I mock.Looking at me from the corner of his eyes, Hunter muffles his laughter with a long sip of wine, and almost choked."Besides, do you do anything else?”"I'm good at Muay Thai," I confess, sipping from my
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To say that my heart forgets to pump blood into my body is the biggest euphemism of the century.Honestly, I can barely feel my heartbeat for the seconds it takes for my breathing to mix with Hunter's, and his soft and warm lips touch mine. I am immediately filled by the surprise and spontaneous lust with which your mouth rubs over mine, persuading by response. And before my mind processes the recklessness of my anxious hormones, I reciprocate and appreciate the kindness with which I am kissed.With all the expertise of someone who is paid for it, Hunter wraps my waist with one of his arms and holds my nape with his other hand, approaching and immobilizing my body so that his lips take me. It's not aggressive, so undemanding, it's a mixture of longing and welcome. A kiss from lovers.Everything in him screams at sin, but the most daring in our kiss is the way he tilts his head, slipping his warm and moist breath on my cheek, and penetrating me with his tongue. The deliciously wet touc
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Hunter has an indecipherable expression on his face, as if he were intrigued by something. The strong jaw is locked, and the lips curled, even more pink than usual. I keep looking at him, a little upset."What was his relationship like with your family?”“Who from it? "I return the question, memorizing your curious face."Dean" he murmurs, narrowing his eyes on me. “Are you okay, Suzy?”“Of course! "I move in the seat of the chair, trying to feel more comfortable, but I still have the feeling that I'm being ridiculous. It's hard to concentrate with Hunter facing it that way. "I'm dying of heat, that must be it.”Hunter does nothing more than a slight head movement to look at me from top to bottom. However, your eyebrow arches as your eyes return attention to my drowned face."Something tells me you're cold, Suzy... Do you need a moment to decide? "Question, having fun with some internal joke.For a moment, I don't understand anything, but as soon as I raise my arm to move a lock of ha
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I ignore the answer, and also the chills touching my spine, because the pale man returns from the back of the restaurant and serves us two dishes of Tortellini, in addition to filling our glasses and leaving the bottle at Hunter's request."I like people who feed me," I comment, sticking with a fork the appetizing stuffed dough.The smile that spontaneously grows on Hunter's face is beautiful."We have something in common, lady.”That and many other details, dear friend.I decide to focus on the food, almost gasping to the taste of the strong spices combined with the full-bodied wine. I feel like I have the attention of my companion during much of the meal, but I also ignore this fact."It seems that your friend wants to talk to me," I hear him sigh, and I look for Penelope around the salon. She is leaning against the bar, talking to a beautiful woman, even with her attention turned to us. Hunter drags his chair and leans on the cane. "Can you survive without my company, dear?”"Nothi
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"Do you want to drink anything?”As I get no answer, I turn to the spacious entrance hall of my apartment. Hunter is a few steps ahead, planted in the middle of the room, looking with astonishment beyond the windows that go from floor to ceiling, partially hidden by the automatic blinds.Repressing a superb smile, I snap my fingers in front of your wide green eyes.“Yes? "He whispers, looking at me for a miserable second, before turning to the big TV attached to the framed panel on the front wall. "Your house is... nice.”I snort, fun."You're almost drooling on my carpet!”He closes his mouth and throws me a small smile, quite shy. I feel an overwhelming chill just imagining that this same mouth has a texture as wonderful as it looks. I have to breathe deeply, pushing the feeling of your kiss to the bottom of my head.“What do you want to drink? "I ask, throwing my bag on the L-shaped couch. "Penelope convinced me to fill the bar at home, and now it's full of drinks that I'll never b
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The silence that surrounds us is full of words that we do not have the courage to say."How do you intend to make your mother convince herself that your fiancé changed his number and voice? "He asks with caution."Buying a cell phone for you.”"What about my voice?”"Control your accent, now," I reply. "There's nothing different about your voice.”Suddenly, he slides to reach me, and, with one hand wrapping my face, keeps me still, just to touch my mouth in my ear."Are you sure, Suzy? "My nerves tremble with the power of his deep and slightly hoarse voice, adorned with a foreign and seductive accent. I squeeze my knees almost unconsciously."Maybe it's just a little different" "I do my best not to babble. "Try to speak faster and lower, it can serve.”Luckily, Candy Shop's dancing beats fill the silence loaded with unknown intentions, and Natalie appears in a video call on my cell phone screen."Well, that's ironic," says Hunter, observing. "What happened to the Americans who had Bab
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The day dawns cold, humid and gray. At dawn, a rain hit the city in a sudden torrent and brought back the true thermal sensation of a winter, in addition to covering the city in a misty and stormy cloak.Even with my Lamborghini's heater on at most, my bones vibrate so much below my coats and heavy fabrics, that I almost come to believe that I will never be able to warm up again. The closed windows are whitish, as if they were getting puffs from time to time, and preventing my vision into the surroundings.Poking distractedly the buttons on the panel next to the steering wheel, I breathe slowly, feeling my nose congested and icy. My body releases a hot air, although this same breath of breath is condensing into a cold smoke.I check my appearance in the mirror, and while I fix the red touch under my hair "deliberately stuck in a bun to prevent them from getting wet by the dew in the morning", I find myself thinking that in the city center the temperature would hardly reach such low de
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I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
