The drive to Júlia’s college was silent. She watched him closely as he drove. His hands firm on the wheel, the veins on his forearms visible beneath his skin. She couldn’t help imagining how those hands would feel holding her firmly by the waist while kissing her passionately.
The thought made her press her legs together slightly as a warm sensation spread through her body.
“Is everything okay, Júlia?” he asked suddenly. “You seem quiet… but restless.”
“Ah… yes, I’m fine,” she replied quickly.
Silence fell again, something Heitor found unusual.
“Ju… are you sure everything’s alright?” he asked gently. “You weren’t like this before. You used to talk a lot with me, about your dreams, your ambitions, and the things you were doing. But now you’ve changed. Is it because of that kiss?”
Júl
