It's probably not a good idea to say: "Do you want to go to a hotel?"
That was me.
I was the one who said that.
Then, he had to reply with: "Sure. Do you know any around here?"
Youthful ignorant me responded with: "There's a nice one near here."
It wasn't unexpected when he said: "You've been there before?"
I couldn't help but smile in an almost teasing manner. "Why? Jealous?"
"You haven't." I don't know how he does it, but he always manages to catch me in the act.
That's the terrifying part of Marcelo. He's good at analyzing others - much too good.
And that makes me think, maybe I'm already caught without knowing it.
Marcelo grabbed my hand and supported me out of the limo. His large coat hangs over my shoulders. My coat wasn't enough to keep in the warmth.
The limo drive
