"Manuela"

Since Flávio left my apartment on Saturday, all I could do was do what he said. I only wondered if I was ready to be with a man like him. He was too handsome and too intense, and I was young and a virgin.

I didn't see him at the office the day he was there and saw me. I really must have been too distracted not to see this man. But I didn't see him. I saw him later, at the dealership, and I had no idea who he was, but I left there sighing for him, thinking that a man that beautiful would never look at me. That night, I dreamed about him. When I saw him again at the wedding, it was a shock. I thought he would snub me, but he was kind, loving, and attentive. I felt like there was a connection between us.

Afterward, when he kissed me, it was as if I had always been waiting for him. He made me feel things I'd never felt before, even before he kissed me. When he held my hand at the party, or when he said something near my ear, I felt a tingling, an itch, a wanting more, I don't kn