November 18th, 2000 ***Mateo*** A pair of fingers brush up against my shoulders, sparks tingling beneath their touch. Tiny kisses are pecked onto my skin and a shy tongue explores my body’s curves. “Teo,” Sofia whispers, her voice full of mischief. “Teo, wake up.” I shake my head, curling up with my pillows and groaning. “Five more minutes,” I mumble, shutting my eyes tighter. I feel Sofia climb out of bed and giggle. “I guess you don’t want your birthday present,” she teases, her seductive voice forcing my eyes wide open. I sit up in bed to find Sofia standing at the foot of the bed, lace baby doll lingerie hanging off her perfect body. Every part of me is awake now and I watch as she prances toward the dresser to collect a tray with breakfast on it. “See anything you want to