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Nikko turned me into someone unpleasant. His shock at me showing up unannounced at his house drew a mocking laugh from me. Every doubt I’d had the day before—every pang of guilt over having "cheated"—vanished almost completely. When had that man ever truly liked me? Nikko was alone but about to leave. Maël was nowhere to be found, and I didn’t ask about him. I was determined to end things, but first, I had something urgent to do. I stopped by my in-laws’ to say hello, and they invited me to lunch. Casually, I asked Adelaida where the rest of the family was. She detailed everyone’s whereabouts, chatting endlessly—until one piece of information froze me: "Maël is in Braga.""What?" I asked weakly. Thank God my mother-in-law didn’t hear me clearly. "Maël’s doing some university internship in Braga. At least, I think that’s what it is. That boy’s always so mysterious." «So he stayed there?» I thought, stunned. She continued, "By the way, didn’t Antónia call you? She wanted to a
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I turned my head to the left. I smiled. "Cheers." I clinked my glass again. It was the blond guy from earlier. "I never told you my name. I’m Fran. And I’m not from here like my friend is—I’m from Lisbon." I nodded. "Sounds interesting. I didn’t say my name either. I think. I’m Delu," I introduced myself, shaking his hand. He glanced at the dance floor, then back at me. With a decisive move, he took my glass, set it on the bar, and left just a light touch on my hand. "Shall we dance?" "To that song? It’s like a rock. I don’t think—" "Everyone’s dancing to it." He pointed at the crowd. "Besides, it’s country—since when is country not danceable?" I let out a resigned laugh, thinking this guy didn’t fly because he didn’t have wings. I took his hand and let him lead. "I really like Braga. Have you lived here your whole life?" he asked. "Yeah. I was born here." I studied his face. This man was really handsome, no doubt about it. His smile was sweet, his gaze myste
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"Press the Russian’s button already—do you plan on keeping us here forever?" the brunette demanded of his friends. Then Maël realized it was me. His expression shifted from amusement to shock, then from shock to confusion. And as the elevator began to rise, with the others still chattering loudly, oblivious to us, his features traveled from bewilderment to something else I couldn’t decipher. Yes, questions were written all over his face—I could see them from where I stood. He was wondering what I was doing in that elevator. I didn’t know if it was the literal "lift" of the elevator, but a surge of anxiety exploded in my stomach, replacing the butterflies and bees with what felt like furious ants. That explosion raced through my skin, turning into adrenaline. And I think he noticed my reaction too—he was asking himself the same questions I was. From that moment, I didn’t look at anyone else, only him: well-dressed, light jeans, a striped shirt that accentuated his height, smelling
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I immediately removed the blindfold. "What...?" I looked at the door. I sharpened my hearing, and the absolute silence was too overwhelming. Without moving from the mattress, I scrutinized the bottom of the door, and the shadow told me someone was standing behind it. I swallowed hard and dared to ask: "Nikko? What's going on? Why aren't you coming in?" A muttered curse was exhaled from outside, and I gasped loudly. I grabbed the blankets and clenched them into a fist against my chest. "Who is it?" My voice trembled. The person took a few seconds to respond. "It's Maël." My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and my jaw almost dropped. «What...? Wha... Wha... What...? MAËL JUST SAW ME NAKED?!» I stood up on the bed. "What?!" "Delu. Sorry, I just came to tell you—" "You didn’t come to tell me anything, you pervert!" That ridiculous, then perverted Maël had just seen me naked. My God, Holy God, Holy Mother of God. "Delu?" he called through the d
