The next day, Becca was the one who woke me up. Not for another round of sex or something like that, but because she seemed to be cold and was poking me to hug me. We slept without realizing it, in the same position in which we interrupted the sexual act. Her hair was still thrown against the side of my neck, and her entire trunk leaned against mine.The difference in her current weight and that of the step was very evident at that moment, because it was as if she was just a feather thrown against my body. And that's why it took me so long to open my eyes and notice that she was trying to make me hug her.“Are you cold? “I asked in a hoarse voice.Becca looked at me."Are you not?”I indicated with one hand how her legs were stuck around my hips, and how her arms were clinging to my shoulders."On the contrary, I'm very comfortable.”Becca laughed in a mocking tone and stood up. The night before, I tried not to look too much at her body, when I noticed that she was shy and slightly em
I nodded, not wanting to get into that subject so I didn't have to tell the conversation I had with Becca's father. I didn't know if she would be upset or if she wouldn't mind, but I'd rather avoid it."And don't think I'm not happy with your return, please.”Becca stretched out one of her hands between us, and for a moment, I thought she would check how many fingers she saw, to know if she wasn't dreaming. However, she just touched with those fragile fingers against my face, sliding very smoothly. The touch was like feeling butterflies passing very close to my skin.“Are we able to go out today? "She asked softly.It was the first time I mentioned the desire to see the world beyond the windows of your room, so I made a surprise expression.“Where would you like to go?”"I don't know, I just want to walk.”“Are you tired of wandering around the room?”"I'm almost drilling a hole in the ground, from so many times I walk in the same place," she said, snorting. I laughed. I was laughing.
"Do you remember one of those friends of mine who visited me in the hospital? Sarah? "I asked Fred, and he denied it with his head. "She told me that she had paid a visit to Brazil once, in a very small city and in a state that few are interested in knowing. She said that there were no beaches there, but that it was mountainous and very beautiful. He said that when he visited the capital, he went crazy to realize that on every corner, there was a different bar. And even more than in each bar, a kind of bread with cheese was sold, which they used to eat all the time. At any time of the day. She said she ate it for breakfast, and that it was the best combination with coffee. This thing we are eating must be as close as the description of the bread she ate.”Fred observed his own dish in front of him, with a small round and very hot bread, which moments before had been keeping company for the basket with others of them among us. That snack bar was in a discreet place, and it was perfect
"You never told me how you got to Seattle," said Fred, driving quietly along the avenue. Behind us, a real car caravan with its security guards followed us. I stopped complaining about them, because I knew that Fred would never take me anywhere without being strongly protected by some shield, and his security team fulfilled the role of following us and keeping the distance when we wanted. "And I was always curious to ask how you left your mother and decided to change your life. This is not a place where everyone can feel like starting over.”"I enrolled in the college program here, won a full scholarship and decided to move," I shrugged, remembering that phase of curiosity and learning from the past. "At that time, at the height of my eighteen years, my mother was not as hysterical as she is now. She supported me and even supported me here for a while, but it didn't last long, because I barely arrived and already got a job in a restaurant. I lived on campus, in a dormitory where, iron
I thought that day would start in many ways, but meeting Jack Bailey with his ass exposed and Becca's best friend with one of the legs on her shoulder was not the way I would consider possible."Shit" grumbled Becca's friend, pushing Jack and trying to hide his plump body with a blanket thrown on the couch. For Jack, it only took to try to get out of our focus of vision as soon as possible, sticking behind the couch, probably in search of his clothes. The woman named Elizabeth needed a moment to recover, so she opened a wide smile and stood up to meet Becca. “Friend! You finally left home! I can't believe I'm seeing you without that bunch of hospital wires. How are you? How do you feel? Are you eating properly? Do you have any news?”Becca was confused by the bombardment of questions, and didn't know if she looked at her friend, or if she tried to ignore Jack's curses when looking for her own clothes. There was a shirt hanging on the coffee table, and the jeans with a belt were thrown
"In the same way you think you know about mine, Fred," he laughed at him. "It is not new to anyone the amount of relationships you have had with international models throughout your life. Unlike you, I keep my important relationships secret.”"Is there a window in this place? "I asked to change the subject, and keep pinning Jack. "This one full of fuck is complicated to keep feeling.”With grumbling, Jack pushed the curtains behind the sofa and opened the window, then left the room and went to the kitchen countertop, which divided the space into an American standard. He took a bottle of water from the stocked refrigerator and filled two glasses. I wouldn't drink, I hated drinking things in a house other than mine, so as not to make them undone if the taste wasn't what I expected. Even so, I leaned back on the counter and pulled the glass close."How is she? "He asked, clearly referring to Becca.“Well,” I simply replied. "Didn't you see it with your own eyes?”"Oh, no, I was distracte
"You're shaking," I told Becca, when she leaned against me as she hurriedly walked out of the building where she lived. "What did you talk about?”"There's something wrong," Becca said, looking over her shoulders. "Not with this marriage story, but with the time when everything is happening. As far as I remember from college, Elizabeth didn't refuse to go to a party and flirt with people. Since we lived together, she never told me about a possible fiancé or any kind of relationship she had with my boss. Besides, even if their relationship is open, it seems very strange to me that I only know that now. How did they hide for eight years?”It shouldn't have been more than half an hour since we had arrived at that address, but the sun was already punishing the few who passed through the streets at that moment. Becca wore shorts and a simple shirt, but still made a face when she felt the heat on her skin. My security guards followed us, and those who remained in the cars started and remain
"I thought you would never see me again," my mother grumbled, like an eighty-year-old lady and embittered with life. She was lying down, with a sheet covering her lower body, and her hair so armed that she seemed to have just woken up. "I've been knowing that you're recovering very well at Hanson's house. I'm happy about that, baby.”"Be happy, but I barely get there and you already want to curse me," I complained with a giggle.My mother snorted and threw a pillow at me, which just hit the wall and fell. Fred was in the living room with Raphael. He had given us that privacy because he didn't want my mother to curse and curse him in the corners. Apparently, he had already endured a lot of that in the months of my disappearance and in the weeks of recovery. Now he was much more preferring to stand in front of the man he trusted the least, than to face my mother.The security guards still took almost an entire street to park and check the surroundings. Tyler and Donovan were the only on