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“Catalina.” There it was again. Not Lina.

Catalina. “I’m glad I didn’t kiss you.”

Something halted in my chest.

“Why?” The word was nothing more than a shaky whisper.

“Because when I finally take those lips in mine, it will be the furthest thing from pretending.

I will not be showing you what it would be like if you were mine. I’ll show you what it is. And I sure as hell won’t be showing how good I could make you feel if you called me yours. You’ll already know that I am.”

He paused, and I swore I could see the restraint in his posture. As if he was stopping himself from pouncing and returning us to our former position, right against the hard surface of the wardrobe door.

“When I finally kiss you, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that it is real.”

Parce que quand je prendrai enfin tes lèvres, il ne sera plus question de faire semblant. Je ne te montrerai pas ce que ce serait si tu étais à moi. Je te montrerai ce que c’est. Et je ne chercherai pas à te prouver à quel point tu te sentirais bien si j’étais à toi. Tu sauras déjà que c’est le cas. [...] Quand je t’embrasserai enfin, tu ne douteras pas un seul instant que tout cela est réel.

“Then, I’ll hire an actor. Pay him to act as my date.”

“That’s probably expensive,” Aaron said flatly.

“And actors aren’t exactly lying around, waiting for single people to hire and parade them as their plus-ones.”

I pinned him with an exasperated look. “I’ll get a professional escort.”

His lips pressed in that tight, almost-hermetic way they did when he was extremely irritated.

“You’d take a male prostitute to your sister’s wedding before taking me?”

Tu es la lumière. Et la passion. Ton rire peut me mettre de bonne humeur et ensoleiller ma journée en quelques secondes, même quand il ne m’est pas destiné. Tu peux… illuminer une pièce entière, Catalina. Tu as ce genre de pouvoir. Et c’est grâce à toutes ces choses qui font de toi ce que tu es. Chacune d’entre elles, même celles qui me rendent fou à un point que tu ne peux pas imaginer. Tu ne dois jamais l’oublier.

« I’ll give you the world,” he said against my mouth. “The moon. The fucking stars. Anything you ask, it’s yours. I’m yours. »

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The Spanish Love Deception

Elena Armas

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- J'ai cette sensation de plénitude quand tu es dans mes bras. Cette sensation d'avoir trouve mon foyer en toi.

I adore you too. Treasure you. Love you. Want you. Need you.

« I need this,” I whimpered. “Need more.”

Aaron rocked into me as he braced himself on the headboard. His pace gave away all remnants of control. “You need me,” he grunted, thrusting into me even faster.

My back arched in return.

“You don’t need this.” He plunged into me hard. Then, he did it again. Harder. “It’s me you need. »

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The Spanish Love Deception

Elena Armas

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“Thank you,” I croaked, feeling extremely uncomfortable as I fastened my belt.

Aaron kept his eyes on the road. “Thank you,”

he answered, delivering that you with sarcasm,

“for not making me get out and carry you inside myself.”

The visual of what he had just said caught me completely off guard. My eyes widened before then quickly narrowing at him. “And how in the world did you think that would be a good idea?”

“I was wondering myself, believe me.”

- Je te donnerai le monde, a-t-il dit contre ma bouche. La lune. Les putains d'étoiles. Tout ce que tu demanderas sera à toi. Je suis à toi.