“Why do you always do that?” he asks confusing me, “you act like you don't care at all when you do, you die of desire for me, you like to be with me and yet you're always looking for the right words to counter me or just cut me off.”

I shrug my shoulders and smile to hide it, “you make it easy for me, Mr. Hamann." My hands go to his neck and I massage him. "I'm not acting, that's how I am," I lie, "I can't help it." I bite my lip.

"You looked away," he said and I look at him again, “put the bravado aside, Dulce." ...