Camila SilvaI take a deep breath, holding back the tears. It's an inexplicable emotion to see my sister, my little girl, dressed as a bride, just a few hours before she walks up the aisle and says the long dreamed-of yes to the man who won her heart after everything she's been through.I am older than her only a few minutes, but the feeling I have is that it is years. I was her support when she found out she was pregnant when she was only sixteen. I was by her side, giving her the strength to carry on when Ana's father left her alone, a teenager, with a child in her belly. I have been by her side in all moments, be them good or not.Even when I was in the United States, my heart was always with my family. My biggest reason for living. I didn't abandon them at any time. So much so that my greatest desire was to go back and help them through the hurricane, but I needed to stay. The money that I was able to get was important, even more so when converting from dollars to reals.Today I w
CAMILA SILVA The music starts playing and my mother enters with Lucas. She comes down the right side of the stairs, he the left, until they meet at the part where the two stairs become one. They continue down the stairs, walking slowly, posing for pictures. When my mother sits in her chair, my brother leaves and goes up the side stairs. He needed to go in with the bride.The music stops and the best man's starts. As we are the first, I walk towards Ethan, crossing our arms, continuing on our way. I pose for the pictures, doing my best to ignore the tingling I felt with his arm around mine, having him so close.Ethan, once again, looks extremely hot in this suit. He is definitely the man with the most expensive suit at this entire wedding. I am not surprised, after all I could expect nothing less from Salvatore. But as always, dressed in a suit perfectly made for him, showing off his chest and making him even hotter than he already is by nature.I can say anything, I can call him ever
CAMILA SILVA I celebrated with my cousin, Ezequiel, entering the dance just the two of us. I even tried to convince my brother otherwise, but he wanted to bring the Salvatore family to enjoy a night out Rio style. As I mentioned before, getting an idea out of Lucas' head is almost impossible.My plans are to enjoy the night without end, just enjoy. I knew I couldn't do this with the constant presence of that family. Especially with him so close to me. With all this in mind, I decided to leave them out of my evening.I made a deal with Ezequiel. We went upstairs without anyone noticing, I changed clothes quickly, replacing my long dress for leather shorts, with a shiny single-front top. I am planning to do even more work than I did yesterday. I don't know when my next valley night will be, so I better make the most of tonight.As she finished getting ready, we went out the back door. I was as careful as I could be, I didn't want anyone to recognize me, I didn't want to run the risk th
CAMILA SILVAFive years. Five years without feeling his lips next to mine, without feeling his hand roaming my body, setting it on fire whenever he touched it.Actually, it was almost six years without him, without this moment. Without feeling his hand squeezing my buttocks eagerly in the middle of the kiss, making the middle of my legs even more eager for his attention.When his mouth rested on top of mine, his tongue asking for passage. I didn't think twice, giving him the permission he so desired, mimicking his act with even greater brutality. At that moment, what was only five years became decades by the intensity of the kiss, by our surrender. I can feel when my heart skipped a beat, simultaneously my whole body shivering when he scratched the back of my neck. In the middle of the kiss, I let out a heavy sigh, taking my hands to his hair, pulling it tight, pulling it back. His beard brushes across my face, making my legs wobbly. It tickled, scratching simultaneously. A good, inte
CAMILA SILVA My buttocks hurt, it feels like they are going to explode at any moment. The middle of my legs, especially, is pure fire. Not in a good way similar to this past dawn, but something burning after an intense night. A good night, the pleasure I felt was something surreal. Such intense orgasms, the way only Ethan Salvatore can give me. He is an asshole, with all the letters of that word and all capital letters. But an asshole who knows how to fuck me like no one else, who knows where to touch me, how to pleasure me.I have to be honest, I missed these moments of ours. I missed the pleasure I feel with him. I missed sex with Ethan.Wait, recap. I went to bed with Ethan?I turn my body to the side, feeling the strong, intense hand that held my waist intensify its grip. Even with a little bit of fear, I open my eyes and find his face calm and serene, sleeping soundly after the early night we had.Not that one, we had an early night.It takes me no less than a few seconds to re
ONE MONTH LATEREthan Salvatore.I let out a yellow smile, spilling the soda down my throat. To accompany this song, the most recommended would be a good glass of whiskey, well describing the situation I am going through.Everyone sees how much I have improved, how much I am improving to be better than before a new Ethan. Anyone who last saw me a month ago no longer recognizes me, because my change has been drastic and that is clear. My definition of a perfect evening, or weekend, is no longer a night out, or being in bed with an unknown woman. What really makes me happy is to be in the company of the most special people in my life, my children and the woman of my life.Even though Camila treats me with such rudeness, running away from me like a cat runs away from water, the time I spend in her presence is special. To be able to admire her beauty, to feel my heart beating fast with every smile. Everything with her, no matter how small, becomes big for the simple fact that it is her; th
CAMILA SILVA Surprisingly, understanding my feelings for Ethan made me better. It allowed some things to finally make sense.Now I understand why butterflies fly through my stomach every time he smiles. I know why a little bump between our skins sets my body on fire. I understand why deep inside I keep seeing it the same way, my body keeps responding similarly to the past, begging for the same to happen again.I still love him. With all the strength of my being, I love him in a way that I can't even explain its intensity and magnitude. In a way that hurts, that hurts much more than I would like to admit. It hurts because I love him and I know that I will never be free to declare, or even live this love.I can say that I understood my body, I understood more of myself when I understood how I feel about him. But I haven't accepted it, I doubt that I will ever be able to accept it. Although they are wonderful sensations, after all, being in love is magical, I don't accept feeling them f
CAMILA SILVA The sea breeze coming through the window kisses my face softly. I close my eyes, letting out a simple smile as the memories take over my memory, but this time without taking away my peace, just bringing with them longing and the desire to experience it all again.Now I not only understand how I feel about Ethan, but I have accepted it. After so long fighting against it, being a hypocrite as my psychologist pointed out, I have accepted it. I am at peace with it, with my feelings, allowing me to feel lighter. I love him and my body declares this love and honestly, there is nothing more beautiful than this feeling.I know that we won't get back to the way we were before, at least not so quickly. We have a barrier that these years away have put between us, a huge abyss that we will have to face if we really want to be together. I have accepted the feeling, but it doesn't mean that in a magic wand everything will be all right.To give freedom to this feeling is to stop being