“Heitor”

When I walked into my house with Samantha, I was nervous, very nervous. Women don't make me nervous, but Samantha is something else. She makes me feel like a boy who doesn't know what to do and yearns for attention.

“Your house is beautiful!” Samantha looked around after I turned on the lights.

“Thank you! I was prepared to welcome you on Tuesday, but then you snapped at me.” I gave her a pitiful look. “And today I didn't prepare anything special, but I really want you to listen to me and understand that what I did at the mall doesn't mean anything.”

“Explain to me, Heitor. Because I saw how intimately that little girl spoke to you. She threw herself into your lap. She kissed you. And you let her.”

“I didn't let her.” I was speechless.” I sighed in frustration. “Look, what do you say we have this conversation sitting down and drinking a good wine? I'll explain everything you want.”

Samantha assessed me before nodding. I left her sitting on the couch and went to the kitchen, r