“Lena Hudson,” Adam whispers in the dark.
I’m lying against him in the house where we sleep and where we came back to. The moon filters through the entrance and draws a silvery trail on the ground. My head rises and falls as he breathes. My finger follows the contours of the muscles of his chest.
He’s so handsome.
“I must admit that if you had told me point blank what you had come to do in Aguabonita, I wouldn’t have helped you. I would have sent you away.”
“I know.”
“Be careful, I'm not saying that was a reason to lie to me.”
“I know.”
He sighs.
“I just regret that you didn’t come for the Nukak. So few people care about them.”
“They do interest me.”
Adam straightens himself on an elbow, which unfortunately forces me to leave my comfortable position: “Is that true?” he asks, look
