After a bath, Júlia and Heitor settled into bed, she on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body and the affection he provided her.
“I must be dreaming, because this is too perfect. You are the most perfect man I’ve ever met in my life.”
“You’re the perfect one, cutie, so perfect, so beautiful, sweet, kind, intelligent, sexy, and mine.”
“Yours?” she questioned as she lifted her face to look at him.
“Mine, entirely mine.”
“Don’t make me get used to this.”
“I want it to be this way, because then no one else will come near you. I want you just for myself. Do you have any idea how you’re turning my head?” Júlia smiled, then shook her head no. “Well, you are, I’m addicted, thinking about you constantly since I first made you mine, you’re an addiction, a point of no return. I don’t want
