Emma Leroy
I can't move or breathe properly.
Ivan gently caresses my face, then brings his thumb to my lips and strokes them.
He gazes at me intensely, as if he still can't believe I'm really in front of him.
— You ran away, moved to another country, changed your name and appearance... Do you have any idea how much I searched for you? How much I missed you? — he says, bringing his face closer to mine.
I try with all my strength to push him away, but I can't. I feel just like I did years ago when he would pin me against the walls of his room at Andreza's house.
— Ivan... — I can't even finish speaking and he pulls me into a desperate, longing kiss.
At first, I try to resist, but I can't and end up giving in, responding in the same desperate way he kisses me. Our tongues explore each
