JUST KISS ME, PLEASE!It was a lot to take in, and Clara didn't know what to say to him after so many revelations coming from him. She now knew him better than a few hours ago, he was opening his heart to her, and she could even say he was desperate, although he didn't show it. She felt that he regretted kicking her out of the condominium."You kicked me out of Paradise, Otávio!" she said, and damn it, that's how he acted, that's exactly what he did, and now was the time for her to throw it back in his face. Since he was acting like a human, she would treat him like one, normally. "You hurt me, made me desperate, made me cry.""I know, forgive me.""You kicked me out!""I'm sorry. I should have never done that.""Did your mother ask you to come and apologise to me?""No. She doesn't even know I came."They both fell silent for a moment, until he spoke again."What can I do to make you forgive me?"She wanted to seize the opportunity and ask him to kiss her, but she couldn't do that to
A DIFFERENT KIND OF PLEASUREHe remained looking at her for an eternity. He didn't say anything, but he looked at her deeply, and Clara felt that it was already enough intimacy. It was as if he was kissing her or making love to her. Just that gaze of his was the utmost intimacy she needed from him. The satisfaction of having him looking at her with such intensity was a million times more intense than holding Donizete's hand in Sunday school.Forgotten were the tears that streamed down her face, she didn't close her eyes when he approached her inch by inch. She didn't close her eyes when his crooked teeth got closer to her wet face. She could see his red lips so close, and there was no greater intimacy than that. As he got closer, a hand, the same hand that held hers on the table, rose to her face and rested on her chin. Now his palm was warm, no longer cold like when she held it, and the warm touch of his hand on her face almost melted her. His thumb was on her chin, his long fingers
A COUPLE/ A NON-COUPLEWeeks passed, and nothing changed between Otávio and Clara. Or everything changed.They were a couple. They lived together, slept together, but they weren't a traditional couple. They never kissed, never had sex, but they lived together. Otávio never went back to his own home, and no one questioned it, not his friends, not his mother, and not Clara.Dália's house was being finalised, with the final touches of painting, and the swimming pool was ready. They would soon have an inauguration celebration for it.Linda, Priscila, and Vanda would be moving into the condominium the next day, and there would be a two-day welcome party for them."What outfit are you going to wear tomorrow?" Megan asked Clara, who was dyeing her hair, this time pink. Lara was waiting for her turn, sitting and scrolling through her phone. They were in Clara's backyard, having a beauty session."I bought a fabulous knit jumpsuit for myself!" Lara shared."We already know that about you, girl
MORE THAN A THOUSAND DIFFERENT SMILESThey kept staring at each other, and the girl wondered what he must be thinking. He had indeed been contemplating something since she left the room."Are you not going anymore?" he asked, once again averting his gaze from hers and looking at the wall behind her, towards the side of her head. Here we go again, she thought."No," she replied and went to the bed, sitting on the other edge, with her back to him. She took off her ballet flat, leaving it on the floor, and lay down on top of the comforter.Otávio walked over to where she had left the shoe, picked it up, and placed it in the shoe rack. He then went to his side of the wardrobe, which he had meticulously organised with his clothes separated by colour and style. He grabbed a t-shirt and brought it to her.Clara took the neatly ironed t-shirt handed to her by Linda, with lethargic movements. She took off her pants and shirt and put on the t-shirt. He didn't turn away for her to change, and wh
UNUSUAL CHILDHOODDahlia had created a ritual of bringing breakfast to the two of them every day, and that morning was no different."Let's wake up, my darlings!" She entered the room speaking loudly and excitedly, and she wasn't alone this time. Linda was with her, carrying a tray of warm pancakes drenched in strawberry syrup.Clara sat up in bed, swung her legs over the edge, and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes with her hands. She had slept at the edge of the bed, with one of Otávio's arms wrapped around her waist, and that was where Dahlia was looking.To her, it was still strange how much her son had changed in such a short time. She couldn't remember a single instance in his entire life when he had slept next to someone. She always wanted him to have friends when he was younger, even as a little boy. She tried to throw birthday parties for him, but she gave up when the birthday boy himself didn't show up to his own party, when he refused to leave his room and his comic books
FASHION GUESTThis time, it was Lipe who gave her a ride, as Megan had left early in the morning."Seems like you're a bit stressed early in the morning," Lipe said as they walked through the entrance."It's incredible how someone else can tell from my face that I'm not okay," she huffed."Hmm, did you have a fight with the nerd?""It takes two to fight.""So, what happened then? Do you want to talk about it?""Oh, the usual. What would you say if the person you're in love with tells you during breakfast that you shouldn't even consider the possibility of kissing them?" She fastened her seatbelt with abrupt movements, irritated."So, you're really in love with him?""But I think he'll manage to kill that feeling too, without any difficulties, believe me. He makes it clear that there's no chance for anything between us.""To tell you the truth, I understand you. I'm going through the same thing. I sleep with the woman I love almost every day, and she has also made it very clear that th
CELEBRATION AND NEW FRIENDS"Sorry?" Lara looked at Martha, still holding her hand, with a look of confusion."What do you mean you're not a model?""Just not, I guess." Lara pulled her hand away. "I work cleaning here in the condominium. I clean my friends' houses every day, one house at a time."Lara distanced herself from the girl, looked at Lipe and said, "She's crazy," then went to fetch her purse and take a good sip. The pool had been forgotten; the dive would have to wait."Hey, Lara, forgive me." Martha ran after her, and Lipe followed. "I didn't say it the right way, but what I meant was that you could very well be a model, you know?""I've told her that many times, Martha. She has the looks, the height, the body...""Stop it, Lipe!" Lara interrupted him with an awkward smile. "I'm just an ordinary woman. No agency would accept me; I'm even considered a bit plain.""Plain?! Lara, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen!" Martha was excited and wanted the girl's
MISUNDERSTOOD“ Where is she?” Lara burst into the bathroom and found Philip alone taking a shower and his cell phone playing a song, the woman's voice she had heard. He was startled and, naked, staring at her wide-eyed.“ Who is she?” he asked, turning off the shower.“ Samara. Where is she?”“ I don't know!”He pulled the hanging towel and wrapped it around his waist, stepped out of the shower and onto the bathroom rug.“ I saw her talking to you, and then I never saw you again" Lara still looked at him suspiciously.He then walked past her and into the bedroom.“ Did you think I was taking a shower with a child?” Philip stopped in the middle of the room, irritated, he realised that she really thought he was with Samara there.“ Well, I…”“ What do you take me for? A paedophile?”“ I noticed that she was throwing herself at you and…”“ E? Talk, I want to hear you talk, Lara!”“ I saw that you were taking a shower and I thought you were, you know “ even to her it sounded horrible w