"Samantha"

We returned from the beach on Sunday night and went to Heitor's house. I was tired, and we couldn't let go of each other. We took a shower and lay down, cuddling, just caressing each other.

"Rouxinol, I want you to accept security again." Heitor called me Rouxinol in affectionate, intimate moments and "my goddess" in more obscene, relaxed moments. I was loving it.

"My darling, I don't need security. Rômulo is in jail and doesn't know where I live or where I work. In fact, it's been a long time since I received a letter." Heitor let out a long sigh.

"Rouxinol, your crazy ex isn't our only problem." Heitor nuzzled my ear.

"My darling, Junqueira has already been arrested." I reminded him, closing my eyes to better feel his affection.

"Rouxinol, I'm talking about Reinaldo." When he said that, I tensed.

"Why do I need security because of Reinaldo?"

"It's a long and horrible story. I'd rather tell you tomorrow, outside of our bed, but please accept the security." That seemed impo