In the morning, Júlia woke up feeling kisses on her shoulder and nape. She sighed and smiled; it was so delightful to wake up that way, so much so that it was addictive.
“Good morning, my little darling,” he whispered as soon as he realized she had woken up.
“Good morning... oh, don’t do that,” she playfully protested, even though she was loving it.
“Don’t you like it?”
“I do, that’s the problem. I can’t let myself get hooked on this.”
“Yes, you can, I want you to.” Heitor turned her to face him, then kissed her intensely and tenderly. Júlia sighed passionately after the kiss, completely captivated by him.
“Aren’t you heading to work today?”
“I am, only because I can’t spend the whole day in this room with you,” he said while kissing Júlia’s neck.
“And what would you want to do all
