บททั้งหมดของ Coffee with you in the Morning : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

 Julio puts on his shirt before getting out of the car and looks at me. I think he is going to tell me something, but he just comes over and kisses me slowly, without that characteristic ardor that he showed me these days. No, he kisses me like he wants to connect more than his lips with me. He wants to feel my soul in his mouth. He walks away from me after a few seconds and looks at me with bright eyes.-You are an exceptional woman. Give your mother a chance to be happy without you getting in the way. She is old enough to bear whatever happens to her. Make sure to show your support for her happiness, and if necessary, give her your shoulder to cry on. It's what we should do for our parents if we get the chance.That said, he walks away from me and comes out, opens the door for me and gives me his arm to walk beside him. This position feels so correct.Stop there, Cinderella! That mother found love again does not mean that it is an epidemic and shi

She puzzles me.How can she be so blind? How come you can't trust me to give me your heart?I do not doubt what she inspires me.How to do it? How can I not fall in love with those brown eyes and that athlete figure with a lot of ass?What made me want her, I must admit, wasn't her looks.Before I looked at how much leg the woman has, how she wiggles her hips when walking, how she puts on a shirt one size smaller so that her breasts stand out more and how they dye their hair in bright colors, such as platinum blonde, blood red or jet black. Three shades that stand out and attract the attention of anyone. The red color in the lips and the extremely long and thick false eyelashes. Yes, I know more than enough about the behavior of women to captivate a man.However, the sight of that woman sitting on the airport seat, with light tears running down her cheeks, captivated me. He would remove them when they felt cold on his cheeks. He did it hard.

  What can be believed of a woman who does not want to marry you? That she does not change her plans to return to the other side of the world to stay with you?Those are the kinds of questions I want to avoid thinking about while driving on the road to Santiago de los Caballeros. Better think about Adrian's stupid hot penis.Adrián and his irresponsibilities.Adrián and his way of behaving with women.Until he met Pamela, with skin like milk with cream and blue eyes. That beauty of Spanish descent was Adrián's downfall. He stopped drinking in bars and banging on any chick who breathed close to him. He even stopped dating us! We have not seen him for a month. Everything is going out to eat with your family."Sure, since that woman smiled at him."How can you get involved with your brother's wife? What kind of man is my friend?I know how shit Alexandra's infidelity has turned me… It

 Life sucks. When you think you can be happy for a moment, everything goes down the toilet. How is it that my life became an etcetera overnight? On December 22 I had an empty relationship ended and an ambitious fiancé who canceled our future marriage. I took a damn flight to Punta Cana. Why couldn't I have come for the International of the Americas? I saw Julio leave, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and the unequivocal desire to cry over something he had just lost, but I don't love him, of course not.One of knowing when you love, right?I rub the light tears that overflow down my cheeks.He is a coward. Julio Medina, without knowing him, got into me not only in my body, but also in my skin, in my thoughts… in everything. Even my way of breathing is different when I am by his side. With your franknessI changed the male protestosterone scheme and he does not talk about his emotions. Julio says what he thinks, even if it is not what o

The lights are off and the streets are deserted, as there is a breakdown in the urbanization. Homes and apartments with inverters have only half of the light bulbs on. Not knowing what time the electricity will be repaired, they prefer not to waste the inverter's energy. Silence reigns in our house. Sitting on the veranda, I look at my mother's garden, which has bloomed this morning. Fill the place with fascinating color and smells. Sets of roses rise up against each other as if it were a competition from height. In the gallery we have a lamp that adorns the ceiling, perhaps not as large as the ones in the living room, but Yes just enough to stand out. I have my cell phone in my hand, eager to hear from a man who hasn't bothered to contact me. It's been five days since ended our adventure. Every day I feel worse, even when I drink my coffee I wait for him to go down the stairs and come to the kitchen with his almost blond hair disheveled, a sweatshirt that adorns his legs and a flan