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Chapter 16- Thoughts

ROSALY

Saturday morning was clear and sunny, and although winter was still at its peak, the breeze that remained was pleasant and made more and more people feel like spending the day outdoors.

Rosaly was one of those people, and after the tense days that consumed her energy, she decided that walking in the park that particular day would be very good to help her regain her usual vitality, and organize her ideas.

Had she really agreed to have dinner with Peter? She couldn't remember what had gone through her mind when he invited her, she only remembered nodding her head in affirmative, and he said he would come and pick her up at seven o'clock that day.

Now, when she could think better of everything that had happened, she wondered ifs he had done the right thing. Had she not put himself and Peter in a situation of risk? But suddenly other challenging thoughts came to her, making her reconsider what she had thought before.

Why couldn't she give herself that pleasure? Why couldn't she be given the chance to spend the night with an interesting man? Why did she have to lock herself in her apartment like a prison and forget her feminine side, becoming a dry person inside and without love? Because at that very moment she felt so alive, and could not help but relate her recent state of mind to Peter. She sat on one of the park benches, closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun warm her up, and brought to her mind by the force of her thought the image of his face.

Peter had arrived the day before like a hurricane, and he had told her things she would not understand. He had taken her in his arms, wrapping her in a kiss so warm that she, needy as she was, could not refuse. She had let herself be carried away by the sensuality of those lips that had created a fire in her whole body. He had touched her so delicately, as if he wanted to make sure that she was real, and all that tenderness he had clearly shown for her had reached her heart, and it was in that instant that he had discovered that she was in love.

The realization of that truth had taken her by surprise, leaving her breathless, feeling all the potentiality of feeling, as he kissed all her skin, leaving her dominated by the presence and perfume of Peter, who had entered her nostrils intoxicating her.

Then, it was natural to correspond to the caresses, silencing the voice that screamed in her head to stop all that. She didn't want him to stop, she wanted Peter to make love to her, healing the wounds that still lay open in her soul. He was the calmness she needed to move on, Rosaly needed his strength to keep breathing.

Those lips provoked unknown sensations in her inner self and she wanted to drown herself in them completely. Peter had brought life to a part of her that was dormant, now she felt anxious for more.

How could she have thought that living anesthetized as she had lived until then was the best way out, to escape all the suffering that had accompanied her there?

She had not only survived the storms, keeping her head on the surface, the rest of her was buried in her self-pity, and had made her forget her needs as a woman.

That subtle passion that had taken her by surprise had shown her what kind of life she would live until then. She had had her life stagnated by a feeling of powerlessness that had paralyzed her steps, her actions, her desires, leading her to hide from herself any need other than to run away, to run far away as far as her legs could stand.

But now she could no longer deny herself what was right before her nose. She had fallen in love with Peter, and this new feeling had opened the doors she had kept locked and safe from all her dreams, sensations and feelings, sharpening them in a way she could not describe.

Rosaly took a deep breath, and let everything she was feeling involve her for good. She remembered Peter's hands in her hair, and the sweetness of his touch that excited her more than anything. But what fascinated her most about his presence was the way she felt safe when he held her and spoke to her in such a natural way.

He didn't show the same possessiveness when Caio held her, because he had no need to prove who was in charge. Caio was a master at manipulating and making people feel guilty even when they were not, thereby hiding his dark side of the world, giving the false impression that he was only zealous for what belonged to him.

It had happened to her thousands of times, when he had a fit of jealousy if he saw her talking to someone of the opposite sex, or because she went to the mall alone without calling him before, and he distorted all her words, destroyed her arguments, leading her to believe that it was her fault for being arguing, and in time she had finally understood that Caio was a sociopath in the worst sense of the word.

Peter was the opposite in all Caio'sr actions, he gave her affection, talked to her, made her feel so at ease that without realizing it she ended up telling him things about herself, that she wouldn't tell anyone. In the last year she learned to dwarf people by trusting them, moving away whenever someone wanted to get too close, but with Peter it was so different, she felt she could really trust him, and that he would never let her fall, even if she was on the edge of a cliff, he would be there to hold her hand.

Rosaly felt her stomach growling with hunger, bringing her back to reality. She decided to go to a nearby coffee shop instead of going home and having the same coffee she made in her coffee maker every day. She also had to think about the dress she would wear to dinner with Peter that night. She needed something new and beautiful, because the ones she had in her wardrobe were out of fashion and dull. So when she left the cafeteria, she decided to wander around town in search of the perfect dress

And it didn't take long to find it in a shop a long way from the coffee shop. It was red, with a marked waist, ending in around skirt that went down to her knees. It had white roses embroidered on its bust, on its back it had transparent tulle, giving the impression that her back was completely bare. It was simple and elegant, and it fit her like a glove. She had also bought red high-heeled shoes to match and some accessories like earrings, rings and bracelet.

She got back home full of shopping boxes, and it was only when she turned the corner near her apartment that she saw a strange man in sunglasses, who seemed to be watching her attentively. She felt a chill go through her, just like last time. Then he turned his back on her and spoke on the phone, seeming very interested in the conversation, ignoring her presence completely.

Then she relaxed breathing more easily, entered the house and locked the door. She had to stop seeing ghosts where they didn't exist, and move on with her life. She could not let fear continue to dominate her every action, she needed to find balance and peace for her heart, or her existence would become intolerable. Living in fear was not living.

She pushed all thoughts out that could diminish the brightness of that day, and tried to focus only on the night she would have with Peter. She wanted to be ready when he arrived, and she promised herself that she would enjoy every moment, without thinking about the future. She just wanted to enjoy intensely the company of the man who had unexpectedly stolen his heart.

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