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I would like to be able to say that feeling that I was leaving my body at the time of the kiss with Miguel was an exaggeration, but I would be lying. I literally felt my soul being sucked into his and that his was being pulled to me. It was an exchange. A receipt. And the world fell apart into strong rays, and which caused all the houses around us to tremble, because the heavens were in mourning for the loss of a very important archangel. And hell celebrated the fall of another of God's soldiers.

My lips opened to receive Miguel, and he totally bewitched me with his touch, his taste, and his affection. My heart gave itself to him, because everything was moving. Because the way he held my body to his, as if he didn't have the courage to let go and face the world alone, made me emotional. Because the way your tongue involved mine, like a lover who knows exactly the way he can touch the other, left me on fire. And because the contact of your body with mine was not something I knew I need