My hands shoot at Hunter's shoulders and I lean towards him, taking my mouth to yours. I don't intend it to be a nostalgic, nostalgic kiss. I want him to feel on my lips the same flames of fire that light up in my stomach. I want the first touch of my tongue inside his inviting lips to be as abrasive as the way I pull him up, stretching his coat on my nails as I bump the base of my spine on the edge of the table. And I wish, finally, that my mind melts to your liking and that I forget what happens outside the bubble we create to protect ourselves from the rest of the world.Completely up on me, Hunter uses one of his knees to indicate that my legs open, and settles between them while I sit at the table, pushing the papers and pens that stick my ass.In addition to my skirt being tight and tailored to my knees, I'm wearing thin pantyhose, so Hunter gets in the way of getting rid of the fabrics that prevent the encounter of our skins. He retreats long enough to open a dark smile before

Even if I'm stuttering, nothing in Penelope's expression increases my nervousness. She even stops paying half attention to her glass to take one of my hands and hold it firmly. My palm is sweaty, but Penelope doesn't seem to bother as she squeezes her fingers on mine."You know you can tell me anything, Suzy.”I look at our united hands, then at your face. Her olive-colored skin shines under the ceiling light, contrasting even more with the color of the gold in her hair and the penetrating darkness of her dark irises. Again I hesitate about how I should start telling the truth."About your brother" I can murmur, tangled each syllable so much that I almost choke. “What do you remember about Jonathan?”Surprise, Penelope loosens her fingers over mine, but doesn't let go of my hand. Somehow your empathy seems to have withered as fast as a flower touched by frost."Why does your Psychiatrist think that talking about my brother can make things easier?”I don't like the arrogance I hear in

It is strange to think how much some situations in our lives lead us to an infinite loop of similar tasks, metaphorically speaking.A couple of months ago, I was entering through the doors of the same hospital I am now in, supporting the weight of a man whose full name I barely knew. Despite the apparent fear, I prayed that he would not die in my arms, but only because I did not think he would be able to sustain the weight of another death on my shoulders.But I have to admit that nothing from that strange night represents half the despair I feel right now.Perhaps at that time the life of a stranger was of little valuable to my inflated ego. And I shouldn't be surprised that anyone else could call me frivolous "on sexual or sentimental matters. Today the coldness that was in me had dissipated as fast as a dew in the morning, but again, perhaps the reason is because my link of companionship to Penelope supplants any possibility of cowardice.The fact is that even though I am already v

"You can go home if you want, dear," suggests Hillary, freeing Colton and stroking my hair very slowly. She casts a sharp look at her ex-husband. "We will not be sure of anything until Penelope is aware, and this includes any discussion that has happened before all.”Jon snorts, laughing with sweet irony. He will never stop blaming me for this, Penelope recovering or not. I don't feel good about it at all."I want to wait for news from Pen," I imprint, getting rid of Hunter's arms.Crossing his arms over his chest, Hunter looks at me from above and wrinkles his nose as he looks at my skirt."There's blood on your clothes.”I also look down, spontaneously retreating my legs away from the trail of a dry red on the bar, very close to my knees "also stained with blood."Well, I stretch my tongue," I can clean myself in the bathroom, but nothing will take me out of this hospital until someone tells me that Penelope is awake and asking for a piece of pizza.Hunter's lips sketch a biased smi

Dean releases my arm at once, pulling me back so hard that I don't fall to the ground by miracle. With a single step forward, he hits Colton with the handle of the gun, hitting his nose. The sound of metal colliding with the bone makes me shrink, but it is Colton's blood firing through the blow that has my stomach turning in nausea. Hunter even tries to get up, but Dean is already by my side again, pushing the gun against my jaw."Always so funny... How many laughs will it be when I shoot one of you? Do you see anyone nearby? Not me! "Colton throws all his hatred out of his eyes, but limits himself to just covering his injured nose with both hands. The fingers soaking in blood in a matter of seconds. "Hunter, now you have exactly two minutes to start telling the truth, or I'll say what I know myself.”I feel the coldness of the gun kissing the skin of my neck, and the soft sound that is produced by the bullets inside the drum when Dean presses the revolver on the soft part below my ch