a. The air was thick with anticipation, a tension that felt electric between them. The deeper Eduardo fell into this

hat felt increasingly flimsy. Camila was charming and attentive, effortlessly drawing him in with her laughter and

e looked up and smiled, and his heart raced at the sight of her. They exchanged pleasantries, but the tension in the ai

her voice low as she gestured for

able to suppress a s

personal territory they both craved. Camila leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, I've been

o speak ill of Mariana, but Camila had a way of pulling

" he replied, his voic

you do. But it's clear that you're not happy. You deserve to feel cherished, t

brushing against his hand. A spark ignited at the contact, and Eduardo's hea

oice barely above a breath, "I

t, his mind racing with the im

ainst his, a soft, tentative kiss that sent a rush of adrenaline through him. Eduar

ol. In that moment, all thoughts of Mariana and the consequences faded awa

do looked around the café, suddenly aware of the eyes that could be watching

d with excitement. "Let's get ou

re. It felt like their own secret world, away from the prying eyes of reality. As they walked along the

thick with unspoken tension. Camila turned to him, her eyes searchi

tion settling heavily on his shoulders. "

"But things aren't good between you two, a

lt gnawing at him.

his hair, and he found himself responding instinctively, surrendering to the desire that had been building betwee

ardo's phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the spe

d to check in. H

ssage and the heated moment he had just shared with Camila was j

ood. Just grabbi

g and impatience. "You can't keep living this dou

d through his hair, frustration

d gently. "Or are you just

undeniable connection he felt with her. The kiss still lingered on his

nt, filled with stolen kisses and quiet confessions, but the shadow of Eduardo's guilt loomed

big promotion-a chance to lead a major project that could define her career. But as the deadlines loomed closer, stress leve

ee the tension in her shoulders as she dropped her bag on the floor. He ap

st a rough day at work. A lot of pressure. B

urface, but every time he tried to probe deeper, she shut

and heading for the kitchen. He watched her go, fe

f their distance grow heavier. Every moment they spent together was ti

de her on the couch as she stared blankly at the TV, her disappointment palpable. "I'm sorry, lo

"I just don't understand. I thought I di

to be the supportive husband she needed, but the guilt of his betrayal clawed

"But it just feels like no matter ho

ner she could lean on, but the truth was that he felt like a fraud. How

ling, his mind racing. He picked up his phone, tempted to text Camila, to escap

es of Camila, her laughter, her kisses, the thrill of their stolen moments together. They had forme

Mariana and desire for Camila, and every interaction with them deepened his confusion. Camila's p

As he prepared to meet Camila for what felt like the millionth time, he couldn't sh