“Samantha”

As much as I wanted to spend another night in Heitor's arms, I couldn't. After spending Sunday at Patrício's house, I needed to go home to get ready for Monday. It would be my first day at my new job. Heitor threw a tantrum like a child.

"If I'd known you weren't going to spend the night with me, I wouldn't have let you get out of bed this morning," Heitor complained again as he dropped me off at my door.

"And we wouldn't have spent such a nice day with our friends," I reminded him.

"Yeah, it was really good! But being inside you is better than being with them."

I laughed at his tantrum, but I also wanted to be with him again, in that intimacy. Our bodies understood each other so well, connected so perfectly, that I couldn't help but say we were made for each other.

I said goodbye to Heitor and went into the house. My mother greeted me with a smile.

"It seems like the weekend was good." She studied me as always.

"It was, Mom. I found great friends and a boyfriend who's some