ALEJANDRO
The drive home was a quiet one, with Catalina and I stealing glances at each other.
It's been almost eight years since everything with Marisol and Mi Tesoro, and since today was the first time I actually opened up to anyone about it.
Although I didn't say much, just the fact that we were actually married, and nothing else, I still felt better, still felt healed enough to know that I could talk about it now without feeling all those pains.
Was this what healing entailed, or I just trusted her enough to talk to her?
Intentionally, my hands found hers where they rested against her thighs, without sparing her a glance, or saying anything to her, I fondled softly with them, allowing my thoughts to take over.
Since Mi Tesoro, this was the most ease I'd felt, like I finally had a
