Lucca was so happy that he kissed Aracely again and again.

—“Ara, no one has ever done something so beautiful for me.”

Ara smiled and hugged him.

—“You deserve it, Lucca. You are the best man in the world, like an angel who came into my life.”

Lucca smiled and kissed her lips. The kiss grew more passionate, making Ara’s heart pound. For a moment, Lucca let himself be carried away by desire. His hands caressed her breasts and bottom, letting out a moan against her lips, but then he pulled back.

—“Sorry, Ara, sorry… I got carried away. It won’t happen again.”

Aracely was breathing fast, her cheeks flushed. Even though they’d been sleeping together, Lucca had never tried to touch her inappropriately. He had always been respectful, knowing what she’d been through. He didn’t want her to feel bad or have those hellish memories return—especially if he was the one to bring them back. Ara could see the anguish and regret in his eyes for crossing the line.

—“I… I’m sorry, little one. I… I need