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Melanie

It’s Sunday, and we are at church, ready for the service to start. David had been here since the early morning, helping to place all the foldable chairs under the tent as a part of his community service. Now he’s somewhere at the back.

Earlier, I heard him tell my father that he’s not much of a churchgoer. My father is very respectful of other people’s beliefs. He always says there is a moment to open our hearts and embrace the faith that makes us feel hopeful and happy. I know it’s a very progressive statement for a God’s man like him. But Marcus Garfield isn’t your usual pastor, which has earned him some enemies, and he gives no fucks about it, and I, as his daughter, couldn’t be prouder.

I have spent the last two days polishing my work plan for the camp, packing to move to the house David rented for us, and having fun with my two men. I can’t believe he asked my dad where the camp was and rented a place so I wouldn’t be away from Davi so much.

Confession time. I’m really excited about my new job and sharing a house with David. And afraid of what he’s planning to do. I’m incapable of resisting his charm. More than once during the last couple of days, I’ve been tempted to throw myself on him.

Every time he comes home and cooks for us, I’m enticed by him. Ready to jump. However, something is stopping me, the same as an emergency brake on a car.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of…I read the quote by a French mathematician long ago. At that moment, it didn’t make any sense to me. Now I understand the real meaning between those lines. I’m wandering in unknown territory. I’m discovering that there is more than just desire drawing two souls together. I feel this is just a dream and, at the same time, it’s as undeniable as the sun.

Yes, I want to give myself free rein to fly. To say yes and enjoy the time David will be here. And what after that? I’ll be devasted, totally broken. I’m not sure if I can survive the impact. I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to survive.

The choir starts one of the oldest hymns I know. Today, I’m singing along with them mechanically. I’m not feeling the lyrics. My mind is floating around, looking for the man who has stolen all the reason from my reasons.

The hot weather is almost unbearable, but that doesn’t have anything to do with the fact I almost choke when the chorus finishes the last song and my phone chimes in the pocket of my black jeans.

David:Are you counting the minutes until we are alone in our new home?

This man hasn’t no shame.

Me:We are at church. A reminder just in case you have forgotten about it.

My father is about to start his preaching. This isn’t the moment to begin flirting. However, I can’t help myself. I want to know what’s coming.

David:Believe me. I’m aware of it.

Otherwise, my hands would be under the fabric of those jeans you’re wearing today.

Are you trying to kill me?

So they had an effect on him. Interesting. Before I can stop myself, my fingers are flying, typing a reply over the small screen of my phone.

Me:Sure, I’m ready to collect the inheritance money.

Then I add a rolling eyes emoji.

David:That smart mouth will get you in so much trouble.

This is too much fun to stop. I look around, but no one seems to notice what I’m doing. Even my father, who has already started to deliver the sermon, hasn’t noticed.

Me:What are you doing about it?

His reply comes fast, as if he were waiting for my next remark.

David:Be careful, Melanie. That sounds like a challenge.

I move in my chair, all hot and bothered already. This time the weather isn’t the reason for my issue.

Me: Ella.If you’re short of ideas, you should say so.

Don’t blame me for your lack of imagination.

Ha! Take that one, Posada.

David:My imagination runs wild just for you,gatita.

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