My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 15 "Finale" Read Online Free PDF Page A

imagine I wasn’t
in my body when your uncle used to...” I stopped, not wanting to say it. “He
dehumanized me, treating me as though I was just a thing; that I was only there
for his pleasure.” I cleared my throat. “The others weren’t much different.
They said they loved me, but it was more to do with how I looked than what’s in
here,” I tapped my head, “or what’s in here,” I tapped my heart.
    She placed a hand over my heart. “I
love you for what’s in here.”
    I frowned. “You love me?”
    “I meant care,” she said, looking flustered.
“And I’m with you because of your personality, not looks. All my life I’ve been
surrounded by good-looking people, so appearance isn’t everything to me,
otherwise I’d be married by now. Of course, I wouldn’t be with an ugly person,”
she smiled, “but that goes the same for people with ugly personalities. I
thought you had an ugly personality at first, then I realized I’d misread you after
you took care of Ghita,” she breathed out. “You also comforted me when I was
down as well as risked your life for me.” She tapped my chest. “You still have
goodness in there, and I want to see more of it.”
    I stared at her, not knowing what
to say to that.
    She brushed my hair back. “I see
the real you, flaws and all.”
    “I have a lot of them,” I answered,
staring into her blue eyes. They were so similar in color to the Padre ’s,
but unlike his eyes, hers made me feel safe. I still couldn’t believe how I’d
gone from threatening her to feeling safe in her arms. It made me wonder whether
I had finally found someone I could share my life with. I didn’t love her, but
maybe I could if she stuck around long enough.
    “Why are you smiling?” she asked.
    “I like you, and want to see if
this thing we have could possibly lead into something more.”
    A smile lit up her face. “I’d like
that too.”
    “I hope you still think that after
I go off the deep end.”
    “I’ve already experienced that and
it hasn’t changed my mind. It’s because I like you a lot.”
    “Will you still like me when I’m
being a stronzo , because I guarantee you, I will be one.”
    “ Sì , and will you still like me when I’m being a troia ?”
    “You are a troia , so yeah.”
    She smacked my arm. “ Stronzo !”
    I smiled. “Do you still like me?”
    She made a derisive sound. “You’re
just playing with me.”
    I laughed. “No, you’re a troia ,
but I like you as you are.” I yanked her closer to me, realizing a second later
that I probably shouldn’t have done it, her trauma with the soldier still fresh.
But she didn’t pull away; instead she placed an arm over me.
    “I think I might fall in love with
you,” she said.
    “Not in the near future, love takes
time.”
    “I didn’t give you a time period; it’ll
come when it’s ready.” She ran her fingers down my cheek. “You are so beautiful, both inside and out.”
    “Not inside.”
    “Beauty is in the eye of the
beholder, so you can’t tell me I’m wrong.” She leaned forward to give me a kiss.
“You even taste beautiful,” she mumbled against my lips.
    My hand moved down her body, the
woman arousing me. “Don’t tempt me, Camila, you’ve been hurt.”
    “You have too.” She rubbed her nose
against mine. “Which is probably why I feel safe with you.”
    “You pulled away from me in my
bedroom.”
    “You took me by surprise when you
grabbed me. I’m not ready for that. It’ll be better if I take control.”
    “Everyone likes to control me.”
    “But I would stop if you asked me
to.” She moved even closer, pressing her body hard up against mine. “And if
you’re going to America, I need to feel you now, to make the most of our time together.”
    “You’re making it sound like I’m
not coming back.”
    She kissed my cheek. “I can’t
predict anything with you, so let me have this.”
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “Lie on your back.”
    I rolled onto