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serious?” Carolina sat back in her chair
as suddenly as if he had slapped her. “How serious were you waiting for it to
get?” She glanced around her kitchen, and Fernando knew what she saw. The
plates he had bought her. The cabinets he had polished. The tablecloth she had
picked out while at the store with him. From the beginning, he had felt an
incredible urge to mark Carolina’s home as his, to make sure she saw him
wherever she looked. He had indulged it without restraint.
    As he followed her gaze to the little items he’d thought
could claim her, Fernando’s emotions flooded back into his chest with a
vengeance. They swept him away. “Carolina—”
    That sharp hand gesture again. She didn’t speak, instead
just shaking her head.
    “Whatever I can do to explain…”
    “Not yet. Please. Not yet.” Tears threatened to pour from
her eyes. Fernando wanted to kiss them away, but for the first time wasn’t sure
if he was allowed. Carolina sighed, pushed her chair back from the table and
stood. “I need a shower.”
    She turned and left him. She kicked off her shoes on the way
down the hallway. Their light rubber thwacked softly against the bare wooden
floor as she discarded them. Fernando stared after her, not sure what he was
supposed to do.
    Carolina flicked on the bathroom light, paused in the
doorway and looked over her shoulder at him. “Are you coming?”
    Fernando scrambled to his feet and went to her. He wasn’t
about to make her ask him twice. She closed the bathroom door and threw herself
at him. She kissed without regard for balance or sanity. Her teeth found his
neck as much as her soft lips. She bit where in the past she had always
caressed.
    He fell back beneath the assault and let her knock him to
the floor in her fervor. They overturned a large jar of lavender bath salts she
kept beside the tub. The beads spilled, crunching beneath their bodies,
crushing into Fernando’s carefully pressed suit and releasing their scent.
    On any other day, he would have cared, but this time he just
closed his eyes and let Carolina rip away his jacket. It fell beside them with
a metallic thunk . She dispensed with the rest of his clothes the same
way, then pressed against his body, the fabric of her scrubs scratching his
naked skin.
    She snaked her arms around him, working them under his back.
Fernando returned her embrace. The moment his arms closed around her she went
still. “I think I hate you right now, Fernando.”
    He didn’t know what to say. He lifted his head and found her
mouth open and waiting for his kiss. He held her ever tighter as he kissed her,
clasping her delicious curves against him. His left hand traveled up the side
of her neck until he cupped her head. Cradling her, he rolled them over,
settling her back against her fluffy blue bath mat. Fernando pulled away from
the kiss to help her out of her scrubs. “I don’t want you to hate me.”
    She squirmed beneath him, lifting an elbow so he could free
her of a sleeve. She tucked her ankles around his. “Don’t let me go,” she said.
“For just a little while, I don’t want you to give me a choice.”
    Fernando understood what she was asking. He kissed her
forehead and stood, leaving her on the floor for a moment while he rummaged in
the back of a drawer. Carolina shivered when he pulled out the restraints.
    He knelt beside her and she wrapped her arms around his neck
like a child. Fernando lifted her up, then into the tub. Finally, Carolina gave
him the lover’s smile he craved. She held his gaze as she put her hands up to
the discreet metal bar he had installed just above the lip of the tub.
    “You know what to say if you want out,” he reminded her.
    “ Basta .”
    “Right.” He clipped on the restraints, trapping her hands
above her head and leaving her body at his mercy. Then Fernando turned on the
water in the tub, careful to move her legs away from the stream until it warmed
to a pleasant temperature. He covered the drain,