Hard narrating: Watching Leonor's car move further and further away from me tightened my chest, but I knew I needed to let her go, it wasn't part of me to want to decide the fate she would take, even if I knew that next to Call she will never be happy. I looked into her eyes as she talked about her frustrations and wondered if I could be good enough for her, if I could make her happy, and each time she smiled not only with her mouth but also with her eyes, I understood that I should be able to, that it was my duty to do so. But as a person who had never known love, how could I deal with someone so sweet and fearless? I might be older than Leonor, but still when I was beside her I felt like just a little boy in the middle of a teenage flirtation, a boy about to lose someone who feels something other than attraction. After spending a day with her I realized that it was not just about wanting to have her as a possession, but I wanted to have her to love her, to be in her life
Leonor narrating: Hard looked into my eyes and let the words come out in a way that created fear in me, at the same time it made me give in to the real feeling that made me look for him again, the desire to feel protected, as if he could hold my whole world just by looking into my eyes. I understand my mother now, for seeing that I have spent a lifetime judging a feeling of which I am about to discover, I am about to find, and I see with other eyes the betrayal or less in my marriage, since I was betrayed for five years by the person I swore to love, who lied to me. The betrayal doesn't necessarily have to be physical. I felt like running out of Hard's way, because I felt all that flood of feelings and desire coursing through me like an electric current that made me want to rip off that apron and throw the spatula he was holding in his hands away, but it was as if my feet were stuck to the ground, and even though a part of me felt like I needed to run, another part of me felt li
Hard narrating: Throwing the spatula I held in my hands on the floor, I intertwined my arms around her waist bringing her closer while my hands traveled her perfect body, feeling and unraveling with the tips of my finger, every curve while our kiss became more and more intense, it was crazy the feeling she generated in me, just by my hands being in contact with her body while she surrendered with her sweet lips that still contained the smell and taste of Alcohol. Leonor stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes and the little distance she put between us made me feel as if I couldn't let go, not at that moment, I didn't want it to be just a kiss. I pulled her again with my hands going through her neck and stopping at the nape of her neck, supporting her head and a hot and wet kiss, going down my hand on her waist I squeezed her ass bringing her closer to me, with an impulse she jumped interlacing her legs in my back, and our bodies met with our hands sliding as if there was
Call narrating:The whole time Leonor came through the door I sat there, questioning, paralyzed I still couldn't understand everything that was happening but deep down a part of me began to believe everything both my father and Hard had told me. When I stop to look back at our relationship, I don't see where exactly love was stronger than all my ambition. All of this only appeared when I made the worst decision of my life, which was to have sold my wife, but this had already been predominating me from the beginning, I wanted to be better than my father, that was exactly why I signed that contract even before our engagement, but when I knelt before Leonor and she accepted the only feeling that predominated at first was the feeling that I had succeeded, that I would shut my father up, I would prove that neither Leonor nor I were who he thought we were. The way she stood out at the partners' dinner took me to her, because this way I was closer to being able to prove to my father that I
Hard narrating Standing in front of the magazine's office one Sunday morning at seven o'clock, after the security guard informed me of a strange movement in front of the building, and still wondering why Leonor had run desperate up the stairs after surrendering to her desire in a way that I never imagined she would. Leonor showed herself to be a woman afraid of nothing, a woman who knows what she wants, and having her pleasure in doing exactly what she wants made me want her even more, she gave herself up without being afraid to feel every moment. And for the first time, I felt fulfilled, as if Leonor had been the only woman who managed to make me relax. And now I'm lying on the seat of her car sleeping in front of the magazine office, not understanding how or why their paths had brought her there. I didn't know how things would turn out between us after what happened the night before, a part of me feared, feared that she would close herself off, repress herself because of the
Leonor narrating: The problem with alcohol, is that it dries up all your reserves of hormones that generate joy, and the euphoria of that moment the night before, had become an immensity of feelings that oppressed my chest at the same time that generated an absurd shame for the decision I had made at that moment. I couldn't say that I regretted it, it had been something intense, and this intensity would leave marks on me. Everything was confusing, and it rose up like a cry catching my throat in the midst of all the confusion that was in me, I thought about Hard, and I wanted him with all my strength, I wanted to have him again and feel him forcing himself inside me again. But Call's memories took shape of the good times we had, of the times it was just us, especially the times we had just each other, holding each other's hand tightly without thinking of giving up. Each memory, each memory, I went up with a bitter taste as if stabbed in my chest weakening my legs taking me towa
Hard narrating: Leaving the bathroom still disoriented to get a dry towel for Leonor, I forced myself to contain my impulse to want to go back and remain under the shower feeling the water fall on us, I looked at the way with which she smiled in a corner, even with her eyes still sad, I wanted to take care of her until her heart was healed of all the pain Call had caused her, and by an instinct that her presence caused me, my mind whirled around as if for a minute I was sleeping awake imagining the two of us under the shower, watching her smile as we made the decision to have a child. Leonor is right, it is impossible to fall in love after the third date, but how can I explain to myself the desire to fulfill all my dreams at her side? To see her fulfill hers? If she chooses to leave, how will I live leaving her at the mercy of the feelings that her husband will provide? Returning to the bathroom I handed her the towel with a kiss on the forehead and went back to the kitchen
Leonor narrating: Opening my eyes calmly, I breathed with a corner smile feeling the security that Hard's arms generated in me, feeling his strong and muscular arms wrapping me in a little shell with our bodies glued again amidst the sweat that still dripped and the breathing that little by little was calming down. Hard's lips touched my back in a tender kiss, in several tender kisses. He could silence my mind, he could detach me from everything that was bothering me when his hands were on my body and his hips were forcing themselves inside me, somehow it was as if when we were having sex, there was only that moment in my mind, my body only responded to what was in the present moment, without guilt, without thinking, without Call, it was just me and him, two insane people who didn't understand what they were doing but enjoyed every second, fully surrendering to that moment. Love, love is so different, so crazy, I believe that not even the greatest romance writers will ever fin