LUCIANA
Is Dario Morata a witch or something?
As if it wasn't enough for him to coincidentally be at the orphanage the same day I decided to visit.
Now I can't get his hot image playing with the kids out of my mind.
It's what I'm thinking of at night.
The memory I had earlier about the kids taking the ball from me has long left my brain and it's been replaced with Dario's.
In my dream, he calls me over to join him to referee a football game.
It's all fun until he holds my hand and leads me away from the children.
He leads me to one of the bathrooms, where we are finally alone.
It's inappropriate but that's not what I feel when he crushes his lips on mine and kisses me gently.
He pulls me closer to him and I melt in his embrace…
His hands trace my thighs and every part of my bod
