LOGIN—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—
I wanted to end my performance right then.
I had poured everything into the last piece. Every ounce of emotion, every weight of thought. Maybe it even sounded too dramatic, too much.
But when I pressed the final note, there was silence. Then the applause came. Praise, kind words, scattered voices trying to name what they had just felt.
I bowed, once, and left.
"Thank you very much, Mrs. De Herrera," the organizer said. "We—oh... is there a problem, madam? You look—"
"Uhm... sorry. I... I need to... uh..." I could feel it rising in my chest—I badly wanted to cry. "I need to go to the comfort room, excuse me."
—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—Raña cleared her throat, composed herself, and entered the room without hesitation. She sat at the single sofa facing us, crossed her legs so as her arms on her chest.“I am okay, Raña,” Archi sighed, sounding like he wanted his sister to leave us alone.She slightly squinted her eyes before diverting her attention to me and rolled her eyes.“You’re pale,” she said, so I looked at Archi too. She’s right, he’s pale and looks a bit physically weak.“Still recovering. Don’t make it a big deal,” he said, wanting to say more.&n
—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—Archi excused himself and went outside the room. He left me and I missed him already. Is this even normal?After a while, he went back with a tray in his hand. A hearty sandwich and a pitcher of orange juice.“Eat?” He asked.I looked at him then to my table full of papers and equipment before stretching my arms and rose up from my seat to go to him.“Whoa…” My mouth became watery just by looking at the sliced sandwiches. “Thank you.”“Bon appetit.”
WARNING: Mature content (Read at your own risk)—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—The next morning, Archi went with me.We had our early lunch in a fine dining restaurant with a beautiful view of the sea after my appointment with the OB-GYN.“Are you good?” Archi asked, scanning me.“Yes, no worries,” I forced a smile before sipping my pineapple juice.“You’re pale,” he said, gently touching the side of my neck. Damn it… he’s making me feel hot again. Just a little physical touch from him had a great impact on my system.
WARNING: Mature content (Read at your own risk)—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—“Can you move?” Archi asked. “I’ll clean you up.”I felt so tired but I just nodded, too sticky to refuse to clean up. Archi kissed me on the forehead that made me close my eyes for a second before pushing himself upward and putting on his boxers. When we reached the bathroom and the warm water from the shower hit our skin we got intimate again.He took me from behind. We did it a lot in the bathroom until we rested in the bathtub. I am leaning my back on his chest and my head on his well-defined arm.“Am I rough on you?&rdqu
WARNING: Mature content (Read at your own risk)—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—This feels so surreal.We’re walking at the seashore, holding each other’s hand, letting the waves of the sea sweep away the silence of the cold night.I stopped and so he did too.“Something’s bothering you?” I asked, worried that there’s actually one.I just feel it through the expression on his face.“I…” he was hesitant. For the first time that we were together, he sounded nervous. “I
—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—I stared at his waiting hand before gladly grabbed it. He gently pulled me, and I tiptoed because I was barefooted—the floor was kind of cold.“Step on me,” Archi said while slowly putting my hands at the back of his neck.“W-What?”“You don’t have anything on your feet. Step on me.”“I’m a bit heavy—oh!” I was surprised when he suddenly held my waist and slightly lifted me. I chuckled when my feet landed on his black shoes.“Not quite,” he said, slightly smirking.







