That morning, Júlia woke up to Heitor caressing her and planting kisses on the back of her neck; the events of the past weekend came to her mind, making her apprehensive.
“Good morning, my little one,” he whispered upon realizing she had woken up. She noticed there was no tension from him; on the contrary, he was calm and very affectionate. She responded sweetly.
“Good morning, Heitor,” she said, somewhat relieved.
“How did you sleep?”
“Incredibly well.”
“That's good, I slept well, like I haven’t in a long time.” Júlia turned to him, settling into his arms in a tight embrace.
“I’m still afraid that you might regret it at any moment,” she said.
“I won’t regret it; I want to kiss you, have you in my arms, make you weak from so much passion.”
“Pure excitement, but what about Jade? Doe
