He, like no one else, understood: some tattoos do not touch the skin, they are carved in the soul.

I put my hand to my mouth, holding back sobs, and then Alex turned me to him. He took my face in his hands and kissed my temple, in the corner of my eye, gently touched my lips.

And then everything in him changed: he clung to my lips, like a tired traveler to a bowl of water, and began to literally quench his thirst, kissing me so passionately, brightly, excitingly that my body immediately responded to his caresses.

Alex

The sun rolled lazily across the room as I ran Amalia's...