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SANTANA'S POV

It's been almost two months since that night we spent in each other's arms. And since that day, we try to see each other every day. Every time we say hello, we kiss and every time we say goodbye, we kiss. I love kissing her so much. I am constantly attracted by her lips. And then of course, when we are not doing anything, we cuddle at her place. She hasn't been back to my place since we cooked, she's picked me up or dropped me off but she hasn't come in. For my part, I'm afraid that Marcos will catch us kissing or even that Noah will come home overnight and surprise us.

Right now I'm getting dressed up because my blond is taking me for a walk in the forest this afternoon. We are going to walk and have a picnic. I didn't put on a classy dress with heels like I usually do. I simply opted with jeans and a tank top with a blouse. It's May and it's pretty warm. Yes, sometimes it does get hot in Oregon.

Q: Hola beautiful latina, I am in front of your house 😘

Her message made me smile. My heart, which was already in a hurry to see her, began to beat faster. I put on my sneakers and rushed out, locking the door behind me because my son was away for the weekend.

I get into his car and kiss her, as usual.

"I missed you." She says to me as she puts her hand on my cheek, caressing it as she goes.

"It was only one day." I laugh. "I'll make it up to you today." I tell her, winking and giving her one last quick kiss.

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I had a great day with her. When we arrived, it was about thirteen o'clock so we found a quiet corner where the lawn was mowed and we ate. She sometimes ate from my salad and I from hers, it was so romantic. When we had finished eating and had digested well, we went for a walk hand in hand and talked about a lot of things. I wish these moments would last forever.

It's almost eighteen o'clock and Quinn and I are in front of my house, in her car.

"It was perfect. If I could, I wouldn't let you go home." She laughs before kissing me.

"I don't want you to be tired for work tomorrow." I replied with my eyes closed and continued to kiss her. "I don't want that on my conscience." She laughs and kisses my forehead.

"All right! Get inside before I jump on you!" She says as she puts her belt back on. I laugh back and lean in to kiss her one last time.

"Call me tomorrow?" She smiles and nods her head. I got out of the car and waited until she was no longer in my sight to go home. When I close the door, I sigh in contentment with a huge smile on my face. I am definitely in love with this woman.

"Hum." I was so deep in thought about the blonde that I didn't even see the man in front of me with his arms crossed. My smile fell as soon as I saw him. Damn. "Did you have a good time?" He asks me, with an irritated tone. Nothing comes out of my mouth. I don't even dare to look him in the eye. I know he saw me with her in front, otherwise he would have taken me in his arms long ago. I'm not going to hide it, I'm scared. I'm afraid he'll lay a hand on me, I'm afraid he'll tell my son and he won't want anything to do with me even though he already knew about things. "You disgust me." I walk past him without saying anything, still looking at the ground. I don't want to talk about it now. But no luck, he grabbed my arm and pushed me onto the couch. So I sat down, without saying anything.

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The hell has been going on for many minutes. I couldn't hold back my tears, my head was in my hands and I was crying inside. he's been saying horrible things to me since earlier. Apparently, he's been home for a week and has been watching me ever since. So he saw me kissing her hello and goodbye.

"You really are just a whore." My heart hurts. I still spent most of my life with him and he treats me like this, like we didn't have a history together. Yes I cheated on him, I have no excuse but... Words hurt so much more than actions. "I bet you've been cheating on me since the beginning in fact! How many guys have you banged since I left? Every time I leave?!" He laughs sarcastically. "Oh no, you're a fucking dyke!"

"It's not true!" I said for the first time as I looked at him but the moment I looked up at him, I felt his hand slap against my cheek. Hard. Very hard. After all, I deserve it, right?

"Stop fucking lying!" He yells at me. I was so stunned that I didn't even notice my son enter the room.

"Leave her alone!" He stood in front of me and yelled at Noah. Noah. I don't like him anymore. I don't love him.

"Get out of here, you. This is between me and her." His father replies. He has changed so much. I mean, he's talked to me like this before but never to my son.

"You hit her again and I swear you'll regret it."

"Mijo." I took his hand but he pulled it away still looking at his father with such contempt. "It's okay, it's nothing."

"No, it's not nothing! He hit you, damn it!"

"Go back to your room brat before I tell your mom what you did this weekend." Noah said to him as he came closer, making him sit down. "He wasn't at his friend Sam's house. He was-"

"It's okay! It's okay!" Marcos interrupted him. "I was at a friend's house."

"A friend? Do you hug your girl friends you?" Noah asks.

"She... she helps me fight drugs." He sighs. "I gave her a hug to thank her! And you don't have to follow me, it's my life not yours! You're never home and it's better that way!" I can't control my tears that are flowing profusely. I've never seen them argue like this. It hurts.

"And did you know that? That she was a fucking dyke?!" He asks Marcos. My son bows his head as I put my hand on his back.

"Get out of our lives." I said as I gathered my courage and wiped my tears. "For good."

"Should I leave?" He laughs, still sarcastically. "You can't even get a job."

"Your fault!" I defend myself.

"If I leave you wouldn't have a home! And what would you eat, huh? You incompetent."