It was morning, and Júlia woke to the warmth of Heitor’s strong arms wrapped around her. Realizing it was him, she could hardly believe he was still there—sleeping soundly with her held tight against him. Fearing the moment might end, she stayed perfectly still, savoring the wonderful sensation of his embrace.
It was past ten o’clock when Heitor finally began to stir. Still caught in the haze of sleep, he moved and pulled her closer, their bodies pressing perfectly together. Júlia found the moment delightful, but then his beard brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. She couldn't help but let out a low, soft moan. At the sound, Heitor stiffened, suddenly realizing exactly who he was holding.
“Júlia... sorry. I didn’t mean to spend the whole night here,” he said awkwardly, quickly
