When the house fell silent, Estefano climbed the stairs towards his room. Helena was eating a dessert at the table; he smiled at the thought. He picked her up, spinning her around the room.
She screamed.
"What are you going to do?"
"Run away with you to my study. I can't be with you intimately yet, but I want to play with my woman in every possible way. Your body fascinates me, you have no idea how much."
Helena felt herself blush under his warm gaze.
"Let me put the dessert down."
"We'll need it."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Does Asperger's syndrome increase s****l desire?"
He didn't talk much about his diagnosis, but she had the right to know about it.
"Most of the time, I don't know if that's my case, because I haven't gone back for follow-up, nor do I intend to.
