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"What kind of guy doesn't want to meet the bride's own family? "Hunter questions in a humorous tone.I sigh, deliberating whether it is worth defending my ex-fiancé for a stranger, or if I can agree with all the previous fifteen times in which he had made it very clear that Dean is, without a shadow of a doubt, a jerk."Anyone who knows that his fiancée's family relationship has always been very complicated," I answer.Hunter remains with his deeply questioning look, taking turns between studying my face and the clarity of the moonlight gushing from his window."Even so, it's strange. Did your parents never wonder why they didn't receive a photo or anything that proved the existence of a guy?”I shake my head negatively."Dean and I have always been a lot... Reserved. We didn't have social networks to share our photos, we didn't go out together so often, and we didn't even worry about using engagement rings or anything like that.”"Oh, yes, reserved" he pauses before seeking a deep br
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I hate myself for leaving a loophole so that Hunter can pull out the intrinsic root of my past. I hate the rough touch of vulnerability that forces me to oscillate between pains that should have been forgotten for a long time. I hate having to bite my lip to contain the sob in my throat and remember to keep my armor impenetrable. I hate to recognize that my wounds have been open since the breakup with Dean, and that I can have a relapse at any time.The truth is that without the bitterness in my heart, I can undo myself as easily as a tower of cards is blown.Hunter's chest moves at an accelerated pace, attracting my attention back to his muscles. For some strange reason, he seems bewildered and, at the same time, consumed by remorse. If I'm not mistaken, the opacity in your eyes is taking you away. Who knows for some memory that he would not like to remember.We were like this for some time; trapped in obscene silence, staring at each other and not knowing what to say. Above all, bec
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Even with the cold air of the starry night, all the streets are full of people.Musicians play in the squares, entertaining small audiences that are mostly childless couples. Singles and committed parade along the sidewalk as they head to theaters and public gardens, wearing their best clothes and brightest smiles. The tinkling of cutlery on dishes fills the walks as I go through cafes and restaurants with illuminated signs, and the delicious aroma of food invades my path beyond the resplendent stores.The meeting point that Penelope had indicated to me earlier appears sneakily hidden between two convenience stores. It is a small restaurant built on the lowest floor of a duplex, whose decoration displays the gradient of gold and burnt brown, soft and cozy. A song flows smoothly between the walls, played by a musician on a small stage next to the bar.It's the first time in a long time since I've explored the city in search of fun right in the middle of the week. It's Thursday, and Pen
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I know I shouldn't deceive myself, but I would never find it so beautiful to see a man of all this size act like a child in love with the teacher. I have to remember that this is your role tonight. Pretending the overwhelming passion that is certainly the reason why I have to get married in a hurry. By the way his smile reaches his eyes, I can guarantee that he is fulfilling his role very well."And I really hope Natalie can learn more during my absence," I conclude by squeezing my lips. His face seems frozen in the same expression, and I still think he's beautiful. God in heaven. "I'm done.”He blinks, as if waking up from a trance, and looks away from my mouth to a piece of cheese stuck on a toothpick."And what do you do when you're not at work?”"Save strangers from death" I mock.Looking at me from the corner of his eyes, Hunter muffles his laughter with a long sip of wine, and almost choked."Besides, do you do anything else?”"I'm good at Muay Thai," I confess, sipping from my
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To say that my heart forgets to pump blood into my body is the biggest euphemism of the century.Honestly, I can barely feel my heartbeat for the seconds it takes for my breathing to mix with Hunter's, and his soft and warm lips touch mine. I am immediately filled by the surprise and spontaneous lust with which your mouth rubs over mine, persuading by response. And before my mind processes the recklessness of my anxious hormones, I reciprocate and appreciate the kindness with which I am kissed.With all the expertise of someone who is paid for it, Hunter wraps my waist with one of his arms and holds my nape with his other hand, approaching and immobilizing my body so that his lips take me. It's not aggressive, so undemanding, it's a mixture of longing and welcome. A kiss from lovers.Everything in him screams at sin, but the most daring in our kiss is the way he tilts his head, slipping his warm and moist breath on my cheek, and penetrating me with his tongue. The deliciously wet touc
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Hunter has an indecipherable expression on his face, as if he were intrigued by something. The strong jaw is locked, and the lips curled, even more pink than usual. I keep looking at him, a little upset."What was his relationship like with your family?”“Who from it? "I return the question, memorizing your curious face."Dean" he murmurs, narrowing his eyes on me. “Are you okay, Suzy?”“Of course! "I move in the seat of the chair, trying to feel more comfortable, but I still have the feeling that I'm being ridiculous. It's hard to concentrate with Hunter facing it that way. "I'm dying of heat, that must be it.”Hunter does nothing more than a slight head movement to look at me from top to bottom. However, your eyebrow arches as your eyes return attention to my drowned face."Something tells me you're cold, Suzy... Do you need a moment to decide? "Question, having fun with some internal joke.For a moment, I don't understand anything, but as soon as I raise my arm to move a lock of ha
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I ignore the answer, and also the chills touching my spine, because the pale man returns from the back of the restaurant and serves us two dishes of Tortellini, in addition to filling our glasses and leaving the bottle at Hunter's request."I like people who feed me," I comment, sticking with a fork the appetizing stuffed dough.The smile that spontaneously grows on Hunter's face is beautiful."We have something in common, lady.”That and many other details, dear friend.I decide to focus on the food, almost gasping to the taste of the strong spices combined with the full-bodied wine. I feel like I have the attention of my companion during much of the meal, but I also ignore this fact."It seems that your friend wants to talk to me," I hear him sigh, and I look for Penelope around the salon. She is leaning against the bar, talking to a beautiful woman, even with her attention turned to us. Hunter drags his chair and leans on the cane. "Can you survive without my company, dear?”"Nothi
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"Do you want to drink anything?”As I get no answer, I turn to the spacious entrance hall of my apartment. Hunter is a few steps ahead, planted in the middle of the room, looking with astonishment beyond the windows that go from floor to ceiling, partially hidden by the automatic blinds.Repressing a superb smile, I snap my fingers in front of your wide green eyes.“Yes? "He whispers, looking at me for a miserable second, before turning to the big TV attached to the framed panel on the front wall. "Your house is... nice.”I snort, fun."You're almost drooling on my carpet!”He closes his mouth and throws me a small smile, quite shy. I feel an overwhelming chill just imagining that this same mouth has a texture as wonderful as it looks. I have to breathe deeply, pushing the feeling of your kiss to the bottom of my head.“What do you want to drink? "I ask, throwing my bag on the L-shaped couch. "Penelope convinced me to fill the bar at home, and now it's full of drinks that I'll never b
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