ne to do it. But it seems that my friend takes a morbid pleasure in bothering my judgment. - For a moment I thought you wouldn't accept it! That he didn't think he was capable! Luciano pauses drama
ever heard his voice, never been close enough for that. And it is just the complement, just another fatal weapon for seduction. As if the rest of the package wasn't enough! Hoarse. Deep. Powerful. - Nice to meet you, I'm Melissa Lacerda. I say with difficulty, my lips are not capable of uttering a more elaborate sentence. I may sound demented, but I accept your invitation with just an affirmative nod of the head. I can't find my voice, but I have the decency to at least hold the hand that is extended to me. He guides me closer to the other pairs. I think I'm dreaming, I think I'm confusing dream with reality. We arrive on the dance floor and he takes me in his arms. The sensation is indescribable and the emotion that invades me is almost uncontrollable. I'm starting to question how far my interest goes, if everything that takes me is just an illusion of an inexperienced young woman. It's so strong that I start to really question what Lucius Martins represents to me. But I am taken away from my questions by his deep voice. - I wanted to have you like that in my arms from the moment I laid eyes on you! I almost miss the step when I understand the meaning of his words. When I understand that he really is shamelessly flirting with me. I feel the grip on his arms tighten and I wish the world would end right now. I feel his hands slide down my back and his nose finds the curve of my neck. And as unlikely as it is, I feel him sniff my neck. I literally melt, my legs seem to suddenly take on the consistency of jelly. I know he understands everything about conquest, but I never imagined he would use his arsenal against me. - Ah Melissa, whenever I saw you I wanted to get closer and today when I left the house I decided that I had deprived myself too much, I decided that I would no longer remain distant. It's difficult for me to believe his words, even though my foolish heart already accepts them as true. That alone would justify his interest since he arrived, would justify staying away from his legion of women, always keeping a constant eye on me. My heart brings out his convictions. I decide that I'm only nineteen and that I don't need to question someone's interest. Especially when this interest is more than reciprocal and that's all I want right now