It was late afternoon when we decided to get out of Hugo’s bed. I bit my lip when I felt a little pain in the lower part of my body. I closed my eyes, then sat back on the bed, causing Hugo to kneel in front of me.
“Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?” Hugo asked me worriedly.
Damn it! Isn't it still obvious that it hurts to move?
He didn't stop making love to me until he wasn't satisfied with making love to me. But I have no regrets about that incident because, whether I admit it or not, I was happier with what happened to us all afternoon.
“Hey, answer me, please,” Hugo said with worried eyes. “I'm sorry if I hurt you.”
I looked into his eyes. I suddenly felt shy, so I just avoided looking at him.
“I'm okay. It's just...”
I feel like I'm going to be burned by the heat that my whole b
