STELA GOMES
Ivan is really full of surprises. I'm lying on my bed, unable to stop looking at the beautiful ring on my finger, thinking about everything that had happened—the conversation we had and, of course, the passionate kisses we exchanged.
After almost two hours of talking and sitting on the stool beside the balcony, Ivan left, and I already missed him. Not wanting to seem too eager, I sent him a message, asking if he had arrived home yet.
Stela: Are you already at home? Did you arrive safely?
A few minutes passed before he answered.
Ivan: I haven't gotten home yet. As soon as I left your house, I received a message from a friend, and now we're at a club, drinking and talking. Don't worry; I'm fine and will go home soon.
Wow, I couldn’t complain about one thing with Ivan—he was
