us, of our lives"
Juan Carlos put his hands on her waist. Amelia had changed, her eyes widened in horror. She was trembling with fear. Gradually the young man came to kiss her. Amelia felt the warmth of his lips against hers, wanting to lean like a lullaby, then closed his eyes, hoping to do.
Weakly, he kissed her on the lips and Amelia stood there like a statue, just let it act with the kiss. At that time he put his hands on the arms of the chair and hugged them tightly. He kept kissing charming as his hands gripped the sides of the face of his loved one.
Then his lips brushed aside and kissed her on the cheek and then her forehead. He stood up and left without saying anything.
Amelia opened her eyes and looked at her back as he walked away.
Chapter 15
TRYING TO FIND THE TRUE FEELINGS
Overnight, Amelia dreamed that his father was angry with her.
The next day, she and Juan Carlos stood before the tomb of the father of the girl. She was praying with her eyes closed while he avoided looking at the grave, his blue eyes confronted to nothing. Sometime later began to blow hard, her skirt rose slightly. She dropped her hands to control the ends of her dress.
But more interesting was that a jug of flowers that were in the tomb fell and broke. Because of this Juan Carlos became more uncomfortable.
The young man was not feeling well at the cemetery. He always avoided such places.
Moments later, the couple was walking through a forest quiet and full of beautiful trees, fresh air and serene. This was a pleasant environment for both.
"I never knew my mother personally, only by photos; my father was the one who raised me. Marianne lives with us the last three years"
Amelia said, walking next to the guy who also walked silently by her side. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his jeans. His eyes were downcast, looking down.
"Why is he was killed?"
Finally, he asked.
"To my knowledge, it was not a bad person, everyone loved my father. I always dream of his death. And I see the man who killed him. But I cannot see his face, just know that he has blue eyes"
Amelia's eyes look to blue eyes briefly from Juan Carlos.
Soon the boy looked away as his thumb touched her lower lip.
***
At night, Amelia was lying in bed with the doll that Juan Carlos gave. She had intended to sleep remembering the fabulous kiss the boy had given her some time ago.
The next day, Marianne was in her room, passing through the body moisturizer. At that time she massaged her right leg and Amelia approached, standing in the way of the open door.
"Marianne, how do you felt the first time you fell in love?"
"Why do you ask?"
She asked, looking at her own legs.
"Curiosity"
Marianne lifted her head and looked at the girl.
"What's happening with you some time ago, you hated my youthful stories of sinful love?" - Said rolling her eyes.
Amelia bit her lip before saying chewed. - "I wondered what it feels when you are falling in love for the first time; if I had someone to answer me that question, I will not ask."
She seemed upset and looked away.
Marianne sighed and stared straight Amelia.
"I felt good and evil"
Amelia's eyes got a unique glow. She seemed very interested in the subject. - "Tell me everything!"
She went into the bedroom and her stepmother stood beside the bed. Both were sitting on the bed, facing each other.
"Good things, when I saw him, my heart was racing, was cold, sometimes trembled and felt an overwhelming desire to keep him for me and by the time I wanted"
"And what else?"
She seemed impatient. She wanted to know more.
"Now I'll tell you the bad things" - she paused. - "I felt uncontrollable jealousy, it's horrible to feel them unseen, and always fought against suffering"
Soon Amelia asked, sounding frustrated.
"You mean, the person who is in love feel all these things?"
Marianne simply smiles before answering it.
"Not every act the same way" - stared at the flushed face of her stepdaughter. -
Juan Carlos put his hands on her waist. Amelia had changed, her eyes widened in horror. She was trembling with fear. Gradually the young man came to kiss her. Amelia felt the warmth of his lips against hers, wanting to lean like a lullaby, then closed his eyes, hoping to do.
Weakly, he kissed her on the lips and Amelia stood there like a statue, just let it act with the kiss. At that time he put his hands on the arms of the chair and hugged them tightly. He kept kissing charming as his hands gripped the sides of the face of his loved one.
Then his lips brushed aside and kissed her on the cheek and then her forehead. He stood up and left without saying anything.
Amelia opened her eyes and looked at her back as he walked away.
Chapter 15
TRYING TO FIND THE TRUE FEELINGS
Overnight, Amelia dreamed that his father was angry with her.
The next day, she and Juan Carlos stood before the tomb of the father of the girl. She was praying with her eyes closed while he avoided looking at the grave, his blue eyes confronted to nothing. Sometime later began to blow hard, her skirt rose slightly. She dropped her hands to control the ends of her dress.
But more interesting was that a jug of flowers that were in the tomb fell and broke. Because of this Juan Carlos became more uncomfortable.
The young man was not feeling well at the cemetery. He always avoided such places.
Moments later, the couple was walking through a forest quiet and full of beautiful trees, fresh air and serene. This was a pleasant environment for both.
"I never knew my mother personally, only by photos; my father was the one who raised me. Marianne lives with us the last three years"
Amelia said, walking next to the guy who also walked silently by her side. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his jeans. His eyes were downcast, looking down.
"Why is he was killed?"
Finally, he asked.
"To my knowledge, it was not a bad person, everyone loved my father. I always dream of his death. And I see the man who killed him. But I cannot see his face, just know that he has blue eyes"
Amelia's eyes look to blue eyes briefly from Juan Carlos.
Soon the boy looked away as his thumb touched her lower lip.
***
At night, Amelia was lying in bed with the doll that Juan Carlos gave. She had intended to sleep remembering the fabulous kiss the boy had given her some time ago.
The next day, Marianne was in her room, passing through the body moisturizer. At that time she massaged her right leg and Amelia approached, standing in the way of the open door.
"Marianne, how do you felt the first time you fell in love?"
"Why do you ask?"
She asked, looking at her own legs.
"Curiosity"
Marianne lifted her head and looked at the girl.
"What's happening with you some time ago, you hated my youthful stories of sinful love?" - Said rolling her eyes.
Amelia bit her lip before saying chewed. - "I wondered what it feels when you are falling in love for the first time; if I had someone to answer me that question, I will not ask."
She seemed upset and looked away.
Marianne sighed and stared straight Amelia.
"I felt good and evil"
Amelia's eyes got a unique glow. She seemed very interested in the subject. - "Tell me everything!"
She went into the bedroom and her stepmother stood beside the bed. Both were sitting on the bed, facing each other.
"Good things, when I saw him, my heart was racing, was cold, sometimes trembled and felt an overwhelming desire to keep him for me and by the time I wanted"
"And what else?"
She seemed impatient. She wanted to know more.
"Now I'll tell you the bad things" - she paused. - "I felt uncontrollable jealousy, it's horrible to feel them unseen, and always fought against suffering"
Soon Amelia asked, sounding frustrated.
"You mean, the person who is in love feel all these things?"
Marianne simply smiles before answering it.
"Not every act the same way" - stared at the flushed face of her stepdaughter. -
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