“Oh… Gael…”

Eloá moans softly with her eyes closed, her head buried in the pillow as he showers her with affection.

The warmth of his breath against her skin makes her shiver, and every tremor feels like a silent call, an inevitable surrender.

She tries to hold back the sound that escapes her lips, but it’s useless. Her heart races wildly, her body lost in the overwhelming flood of emotions.

Gael lifts his head and looks at her intensely.

He says nothing.

He doesn’t need to.

There is more truth