but the heat from his breath penetrates the barriers
of my mind, making me give in to the inevitable.
Patrick kisses my lips, little short kisses that
make me afraid I’ll start crying again. Then he
stops and looks me in the eyes, giving me one of
those sweet looks, sensual and intense, that drag
me with him into the abyss.
“Is it alright?” he asks gazing at me with
penetrating eyes and talking in an impassioned
voice.
I nod.
I forget that I’m pregnant by another man and
every probable consequence that will happen the
moment that he put his lips on mine again, inviting
me to open them and let him in.
And I do it, stupidly irrespective of the big
damage we’re doing to each other, because it’s
Patrick, because he came back for me, because
he’s strong and sexy and I want to feel every beat
of his heart inside me.
His hot tongue tickles mine, which follows right
after his meeting the warmth of his mouth, which
is in contrast with his cold metal piercing, which I
hated from the first day, but that I now adore as if
it were the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
And we kiss each other for who knows how
long, as he caresses my face, dries my tears and
gives me a night of infinite sweetness and warmth,
holding me to his bare chest and where I am
finally able to relax without descending into the
