When they arrived at Heitor's house, he noticed that Julia was still a bit distant. Just like him, she was also jealous, and the way Magnólia had spoken had bothered her quite a bit.
“My darling, don't feel that way,” he said, picking her up in his arms, then carrying her up the stairs. “It's you I love. Forget that crazy woman; she just wants to cause discomfort between us,” Heitor whispered, and she buried her face in his chest, feeling his woody and intoxicating fragrance.
“I'll need a little help not to feel like this,” she whispered.
“How can I do that?”
“I'm tired; I just want affection.”
“As you wish, my love,” Heitor continued, carrying her to their room. There, he placed her on the floor and proceeded to remove her dress. Then she sat on the bed, and with delicacy, he unfaste
