I close the book, marking it on the last page read, just as Max arrives with the delicately prepared breakfast tray.Must this be how we feel on our honeymoon?" Wow, what a beautiful thing… - Praise, sincerely delighted with the affection." I did my best. I'm not very fond of the kitchen, but I woke up inspired." Everything is perfect. Sorry if I'm being repetitive, but… it's just that I really didn't expect everything to turn out like this…"So how?" He asks suddenly." Wow... like this... These moments, dinner, breakfast, books. I've never experienced this with anyone, I feel special." You're special. And maybe it's because I'm older and more experienced, so… - Max mocks again, nibbling a piece of toast." Stop it! - I hit her shoulder, lightly. " Seriously, thank you. It's making me not want to go back to reality anymore." Reality you say... classes, college, your homework..." Argh! I feel like I'm back in high school with you talking like that. You got it right, teacher… - I
"Any particular reason you started with this book?”Max surprises me again when he steps out of the shower wrapped only in a towel around his waist. I'm lying on the couch, immersed in reading. I already feel at home and he seems to like it. Apparently, his intention is to put me at ease." I don't think so. The title caught my attention the most. - I answer, objectively." You know, when I met you, I reread that book." Serious?" Yes, and you went on to become my Lily. - Max reveals. " Beautiful as a flower…"...but dangerous as thorns." Exactly." He confirms." I had no idea."" From what?" He asks and turns to get dressed."That I took up so much space in your thoughts."I didn't even have that understanding. Until I had the idea of asking you out. And now being with you only confirms my bets. That you are really a unique girl and not just...I roll my eyes before he even finishes his sentence." Not just a girl with a nice body. Sorry, but I'm already fed up with this type of
The smell of roasting meat coming from the kitchen is making my stomach do somersaults as I read The Whore's Secret lying on the sofa.Max seems to want to redeem himself from the inappropriate speech and is dedicating himself to preparing the best lunch in the world and little did I know that he also hid the cooking skill." Do you want help? - I ask, curious about what he is preparing, and how long everything will be ready." It's almost there. Just a few more minutes until the catne is golden. You can lie down there and I'll call you.Before reading on, I check my phone again. The message notification surprises me. It's from Peter."It's in the university?" - sent 5 minutes ago.I respond immediately. A wave of anxiety hits me. He hadn't contacted me in a while."No, I'm out. Is there a problem?"He sends another one a minute later:"When you get back to the republic, let me know?""Of course. But why, did something happen?""Nothing urgent, don't worry." - It sends and goes offlin
Aria's POVAfter delicious sex on the veranda, we stayed for a long time just contemplating the sea, lulled by the sound of the waves and the birds. I had never seen Metropolity from this angle before and I was in awe, especially for the company.I confess I didn't know I would enjoy it so much. And with each intimate moment we shared, I felt more and more torn. And a little guilty.Peter's message also echoed in my mind, sending a teasing shiver through me. Like a bad feeling.But I preferred to find a distraction to enjoy every second of this perfect Saturday that was being given to me.Max went into the house to take a shower and make coffee again. He said he would also get a book to read and take his mind off before we ended up having sex again.Which wouldn't be a bad thing, of course.I then proceeded to read The Whore's Secret. Soon, after a few more chapters, I would already have an opinion formed to report to Max.“It was my first time giving a kiss that I could consider real
" Is there a metaphor for the Red House? - I ask Max as soon as he returns from the shower.She's wearing beach shorts and a stripped T-shirt, her hair wet and disheveled from her shower. For the first time, I see him looking even more casual and youthful and I sigh, holding back my will to give it to him again." Hmm... not exactly. It's really a cabaret. Are you enjoying reading?" I'm loving it. I think I'll alternate the books and that way I can give you an opinion more quickly about both." I admire anyone who can do that. I've always focused on one book at a time when it comes to literature."I've always done that. It's just one of my gifts. Harry Potter and IT, the thing. Fifty shades of gray and Anna Karenina. Always alternate." Wow, and they are pretty radical alternations. - Max laughs.He walks over to where I'm sitting and hugs me. We stayed a while longer enjoying ourselves and watching the afternoon fall. The sun hiding behind the horizon line.Suddenly, an inexplicable
Unfortunately we didn't have a jet or any other transport faster than Max's Amarok to take us back to the center of Metropolity. During the trip, a wave of anxiety completely destabilized me. A thousand things were going through my mind, but I didn't have the capacity to organize them into a logical thought."Don't worry, he'll be fine. - Max drives and tries to reassure me by saying positive phrases every five minutes.We've put music on the radio, I've tried napping, but nothing works. I just want to get to the hospital and see how Peter is doing, come face to face with him.I rub my hands all the time, I don't have nails to bite anymore. It's like a sad and tragic dèjavu." Try to read a little, we'll stop later for fuel... I think in less than an hour, we'll be arriving. - Max reassures me once again.I risk following his advice and start reading Doce Ana. It is a novel with a completely different plot than O Segredo da Prostitute. More contemporary, light and reflective, it also
After the first fuel stop, we ate a cold snack at a roadside snack bar to settle our stomach. Max always showed concern for me even though I assured him everything was fine. At least, with my physical body, it was okay." Are you sure? You're white. Drink some more juice, go…At these times, it was almost inevitable to roll one's eyes at his “fatherly” care."No need to overreact, Max. I'm fine. I just want to get there soon." What did you think of the beginning of the book? - He asks, with the good intention of distracting me." It's working. It's excellent storytelling, at least it diverts my attention to something else." That's good, at least. Hit the road again, then? You know I'm driving as fast as possible, but we need to think about our safety too.I give him a wan smile." I know. And I want to thank you for what you're doing..." I haven't done anything yet. - He shrugs and gets into the car.I follow him and resume reading. I need an efficient outlet and the books have wor
" His parents live in Holland. The university got in touch, they should take the next flight here, and maybe tomorrow morning they will be arriving." My God. - Loretta laments." Yeah, but he's not alone. He's under the responsibility of the university and won't be left helpless. - Stephen reiterates, in his completely politicized version."But…- I try to question again." About visits, they should release only in the morning. The crowd now is for him to wake up spontaneously. He is still unconscious, despite breathing normally." I understood." This is really crazy... - Loretta muses and I finally realize how much she likes him, much more than I could have imagined in such a short time.In fact, a lot has happened in such a short time at this university."You still haven't answered me about Mellanie. Did she leave you alone on this one?" She didn't have much choice. Her parents got wind of how influential they are and before they made a scene, she was released home. That's if her