Chapter eight

CAMILA SILVA

I nod, listening to my mother-in-law chat animatedly. I incline my body slightly, picking up my glass of wine from the table and bringing it to my lips, tasting the flavor of the alcoholic beverage. We have already had dinner, now we are sitting at the table, talking animatedly. I am drinking wine, which I love very much, while chatting with the people who are all excited.

The subject between us just seems to flow, without any effort. Sometimes we are talking about something and without any explanation we manage to move on to an even more random subject, which catches everyone's attention and keeps us going with this excitement.

Ethan, who is lying on my shoulders with his hand on my thigh, keeps stroking the inside of my thigh. I try to stay alert at the same moment, after all, the last time he did this his hand ended up in places it shouldn't have been. Today we can't go beyond this point, because now I really want to enjoy myself and not think about these things.

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