First Night together
Lyana I feel desire slipping between my thighs, and I’m dismayed at how something so dirty can be so luxurious. I sigh, running a hand over my face, and finally awaken from a sleep filled with the strangest dreams I’ve ever had. Not only that, but I see a woman I can’t recognize but who seems capable of embracing her desires, independent and sexy—something I don’t truly feel like. The smell of brewed coffee fills the room, and I sigh happily, reminded of my childhood in Rio de Janeiro: my mother preparing breakfast while my father would pull each of my toes until, unable to hold back, I’d start laughing from the tickling. I toss the comforter aside, and, eager, place my feet on the floor, only to cry out from the cold that seeps into every part of my body. “LYANA!” His deep, worried v
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