The next day, Celina woke up with a heavy feeling in her stomach that made her rush to the bathroom. The nausea came with overwhelming force, and she vomited so much that she had to sit on the cold floor to recover. She felt exhausted, but she knew she had to get up. She turned on the shower and stepped under the hot water, letting it run down her body.

As the water washed away the sweat and remnants of the previous night, flashes of what happened at the hotel came back with intensity. Thor on top of her, his eyes fixed on hers, and the question he whispered with genuine curiosity:

"Why you? Why, of all the women who have been in my bed, are you different?"

Celina felt the shiver that ran through her skin that night. Thor had slid his hand across her face, caressing her with a gentleness that contrasted with his usual brutality. Then he kissed her, a kiss that made her legs tremble, a kiss that burned her skin and left her breathless. And then he whispered in her ear, in that hoarse v