Chapter 37

After several minutes of traveling in which we did not separate from each other, I perceived how he removed his arm from my shoulders, positioning his hand on my leg, while moving his thumb on it from one side to the other.

I looked up at him and he smiled at his act, it had become a habit.

"I love how you look with a beard," I said without taking my eyes off him, bringing my hands to his chin and contemplating how attractive he looked with the stubble of facial hair he's grown. "This itches, though."

I reached up to leave a kiss on his lips.

"Do you want me to take it off?," he asked.

"No, I like you like this," I assured. "It's just that I'm used to seeing you clean-shaven, but you look good either way."

"I know, I always look good," he replied, self-centered.

We were silent for several minutes without saying anything else, until the memory of something that happened yesterday, but that I couldn't tell him, came to my mind.

I began to twiddle my fingers anxiously, debating strongly