She shakes her head, silently cutting me off.
— You know that’s not really fair. — she traces a pattern on my chest with her index finger, trying to look indifferent.
— What isn’t fair?
— The way you disarm people. Women. Me.
— I disarm you?
She huffs.
— All the time.
I deny it, staring into the depths of her golden eyes.
— You’re the one who completely disarms me—your way of being and your beauty break through every barrier.
I laugh, relieved because she… simply exists. And because we’re lucky enough to exist at the same time, in the same part of the world, in the same city.
— And you’re mine. — I say, and she smiles up at me.
Isía plants a quick, pure kiss on my lips.
— Well, at least on one thing we agree. — She gives me a half smile with those full lips, and I touch them wi
