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He laughed again.

"We can kiss as much as you want when you wake up." The thought made me happy, and I sighed. "Okay, then."

He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed his nose right where he had finished biting. I shuddered.

"Huh. That was good."

"Go to sleep, Rary. I'll protect you."

And for the third time during the flight, I passed out in Vidário's arms.

Rary

When I woke up again, it was completely dark.

The only light I could see came from what I assumed was a window behind me, the moonlight illuminating the entire room.

Where am I?

For a moment, I thought I was back home, in my room, and, releasing a sigh, I stirred, cuddling into the pillow. But then I stopped.

Wherever I was lying down, it wasn't a pillow.

It was hard and warm, moving up and down. I lifted my head to get a better look.

A very muscular sleeping man.

I looked at his face. Oh my God. It was Vidário.

All that had happened during the last day came to me suddenly: the plane, his eyes, him strangling some