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After Julian had said that, an internal conflict began within me, my subconscious, still normal, told me to go back home, ask him to take me back and never see him again, leave him together with his baggage of suffering and obscurity. for there. But on the other side, there was the part that was winning the war, my heart wanted him, that damn handsome man, my body wanted it, and my heart too. He asked me to listen to him and help him with whatever it was.

"We're here." Said Julian after driving for about fifty minutes.

"What place is this?" I asked looking around. Julian still silently got me out of the car.

The place was surrounded by several trees, in the distance you could see a house, looking more like a chalet. It was perfect, all dark wood and very well maintained. In its upper part there was a small balcony in the shape of a triangle, the lower part had its glass windows with white curtains that could be seen from the outside. In front of the small house or cottage, there was a