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To say that my heart forgets to pump blood into my body is the biggest euphemism of the century.Honestly, I can barely feel my heartbeat for the seconds it takes for my breathing to mix with Hunter's, and his soft and warm lips touch mine. I am immediately filled by the surprise and spontaneous lust with which your mouth rubs over mine, persuading by response. And before my mind processes the recklessness of my anxious hormones, I reciprocate and appreciate the kindness with which I am kissed.With all the expertise of someone who is paid for it, Hunter wraps my waist with one of his arms and holds my nape with his other hand, approaching and immobilizing my body so that his lips take me. It's not aggressive, so undemanding, it's a mixture of longing and welcome. A kiss from lovers.Everything in him screams at sin, but the most daring in our kiss is the way he tilts his head, slipping his warm and moist breath on my cheek, and penetrating me with his tongue. The deliciously wet touc
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Hunter has an indecipherable expression on his face, as if he were intrigued by something. The strong jaw is locked, and the lips curled, even more pink than usual. I keep looking at him, a little upset."What was his relationship like with your family?”“Who from it? "I return the question, memorizing your curious face."Dean" he murmurs, narrowing his eyes on me. “Are you okay, Suzy?”“Of course! "I move in the seat of the chair, trying to feel more comfortable, but I still have the feeling that I'm being ridiculous. It's hard to concentrate with Hunter facing it that way. "I'm dying of heat, that must be it.”Hunter does nothing more than a slight head movement to look at me from top to bottom. However, your eyebrow arches as your eyes return attention to my drowned face."Something tells me you're cold, Suzy... Do you need a moment to decide? "Question, having fun with some internal joke.For a moment, I don't understand anything, but as soon as I raise my arm to move a lock of ha
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I ignore the answer, and also the chills touching my spine, because the pale man returns from the back of the restaurant and serves us two dishes of Tortellini, in addition to filling our glasses and leaving the bottle at Hunter's request."I like people who feed me," I comment, sticking with a fork the appetizing stuffed dough.The smile that spontaneously grows on Hunter's face is beautiful."We have something in common, lady.”That and many other details, dear friend.I decide to focus on the food, almost gasping to the taste of the strong spices combined with the full-bodied wine. I feel like I have the attention of my companion during much of the meal, but I also ignore this fact."It seems that your friend wants to talk to me," I hear him sigh, and I look for Penelope around the salon. She is leaning against the bar, talking to a beautiful woman, even with her attention turned to us. Hunter drags his chair and leans on the cane. "Can you survive without my company, dear?”"Nothi
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"Do you want to drink anything?”As I get no answer, I turn to the spacious entrance hall of my apartment. Hunter is a few steps ahead, planted in the middle of the room, looking with astonishment beyond the windows that go from floor to ceiling, partially hidden by the automatic blinds.Repressing a superb smile, I snap my fingers in front of your wide green eyes.“Yes? "He whispers, looking at me for a miserable second, before turning to the big TV attached to the framed panel on the front wall. "Your house is... nice.”I snort, fun."You're almost drooling on my carpet!”He closes his mouth and throws me a small smile, quite shy. I feel an overwhelming chill just imagining that this same mouth has a texture as wonderful as it looks. I have to breathe deeply, pushing the feeling of your kiss to the bottom of my head.“What do you want to drink? "I ask, throwing my bag on the L-shaped couch. "Penelope convinced me to fill the bar at home, and now it's full of drinks that I'll never b
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The silence that surrounds us is full of words that we do not have the courage to say."How do you intend to make your mother convince herself that your fiancé changed his number and voice? "He asks with caution."Buying a cell phone for you.”"What about my voice?”"Control your accent, now," I reply. "There's nothing different about your voice.”Suddenly, he slides to reach me, and, with one hand wrapping my face, keeps me still, just to touch my mouth in my ear."Are you sure, Suzy? "My nerves tremble with the power of his deep and slightly hoarse voice, adorned with a foreign and seductive accent. I squeeze my knees almost unconsciously."Maybe it's just a little different" "I do my best not to babble. "Try to speak faster and lower, it can serve.”Luckily, Candy Shop's dancing beats fill the silence loaded with unknown intentions, and Natalie appears in a video call on my cell phone screen."Well, that's ironic," says Hunter, observing. "What happened to the Americans who had Bab
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The day dawns cold, humid and gray. At dawn, a rain hit the city in a sudden torrent and brought back the true thermal sensation of a winter, in addition to covering the city in a misty and stormy cloak.Even with my Lamborghini's heater on at most, my bones vibrate so much below my coats and heavy fabrics, that I almost come to believe that I will never be able to warm up again. The closed windows are whitish, as if they were getting puffs from time to time, and preventing my vision into the surroundings.Poking distractedly the buttons on the panel next to the steering wheel, I breathe slowly, feeling my nose congested and icy. My body releases a hot air, although this same breath of breath is condensing into a cold smoke.I check my appearance in the mirror, and while I fix the red touch under my hair "deliberately stuck in a bun to prevent them from getting wet by the dew in the morning", I find myself thinking that in the city center the temperature would hardly reach such low de
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My joints complain when I open the car door and stand on the damp sidewalk. Cutting cold runs through my body and I have to run down the cemented path in the garden to reach the door of the house. It is open, supported by carelessness, and I venture through the invasion of home. It is as small as I thought, and even less cozy than humanly can be considered habitable.The first room is divided between living room and kitchen, compact and devoid of colors or furniture. The small and narrow corridor leads to two single doors, and the last one is open, letting out small and brittle muffled sounds. I open the first door, and find a bathroom as empty as the rest of the house, but I enjoy what I have access to. I only continue my exploration when everything is in order with my bladder.I push the door ajar with the tip of my boot, cursing the aged wood for opening with a growing squeak. Hunter for what he is doing and raises the instrument in his hands, in a reflection of fright. It is a lar
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Shrapnel shake around us like dust on a road, and my breath hurts my throat. All the weight of the man on my body makes it little easier for air to enter my lungs.“What’s going on? "I scream, but my voice doesn't sound louder than a whisper. The cacophony of bursts is too big for me not to be able to overdo it.Hunter has his face next to my ear, and he doesn't need so much effort for me to be able to listen to him."I should be dead, can you remember, girl?”I would have snorted if despair didn't leave me so blocked for any reaction besides shrinking.Covering my eyes with my hands, I get scared with the wheezing of a bullet that can pierce the wall that is our only shield, hitting the closet door. Rotten chips rain on the floor, and so close to my face that I smell burnt wood.Hunter repeats the same word he always says in his foreign language, and rolls away from my body. I almost scream for him to come back and not let me become a Swiss cheese, but as soon as he manages to stand
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