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He takes me to an immense hotel restaurant where he quietly goes to the back of the garden where there was a swimming pool covered by glass and in the middle there was a table with a white tablecloth reaching to the ground.

The waiter accompanied us to sit down while I was sitting there pretending to look at the menu I try to understand ....

ok there was something I was missing

I try to remember everything

birthday dates

name day

first impossible date it was our wedding day we had chosen the date on purpose ...

but I can't remember anything there was no date to remember today and yet he had organized such an evening for nothing?

no it was not possible ...

with my head completely in a whirl I close the menu and say

"You choose for me too!"

"OK!" he says calmly.

he orders everything fish-based.

after dinner he gets up and extending a hand towards me "shall we dance?" he asks

and as he asks he turns on the music

so sweet and sensual that I can't help but get up we dance there on the glass of the pool it was all so romantic...

I wanted to stop time

but it's inexorable

We danced for an indefinite time until my sore feet screamed with pain, it was the middle of the night when we went up to my room and I still hadn't found the courage to ask if I had forgotten something.

With immense relief I took off my shoes, it had been such a long day that I just wanted to throw myself into bed and sleep, but first I had to take a shower, in fact we had to take one, we were still "dirty" from what had happened in the office.

I hear the sound of water in the distance and a moment later

"Do you need a hand, madam?" he said softly, putting his hands on my hips, and with a slight pressure I felt my skirt slide down, but when had he unzipped it?

I turned around and he was already bare-chested and barefoot we finished undressing and took a bath together

only once in the tub do I ask

"Did I forget something?"

"No! It was just to spend a different evening," he said, caressing me under the foam. I wanted to relax, leaning against his body, but I got up and said, "Let's go to bed, I'm tired.

"yes let's go!"

he answered as always condescendingly

we dried off and went to bed.

We fell asleep almost immediately in each other's arms but during the night, I don't know what happened to me, it was as if I woke up with my heart in my throat Antonio was beside me sleeping and I got up and took a bottle of water from the minibar."the bottle falls from my hands and I find myself in the middle of the bed with my eyes wide open a light turns on frightening me it was Antonio who had lit the bajur

"What's going on?" he asks worriedly.

"It's nothing, it's just a nightmare" I pick up the bottle of water which fortunately had not wet the bed and I take a few more sips wondering if it was really a dream or not ...

It was such a strange feeling that when he held me close to him

and said in my ear

"Rest"

I clung to him as always when something happened in my life.

He was my rock.

My fortress

Suddenly I realised that the dream had not only frightened me but also excited me.

I put one leg

on him and at the same time I take one of his hands between my legs as I say

"make me forget"

he began a long, slow exploration of my body, but I didn't need that, not now, so settling my legs better under him I wrapped him around my waist forcing him to lower himself a little and in a moment he was inside me...

I arched up more to make him go even deeper and he put his hands under my pelvis before I felt my body explode with pleasure and a moment later he came too.

We stay entwined for a few more minutes cuddling before I get up to wash myself.

and looking at myself in the mirror I realise it's been a long time since I've had a nightmare.

But why that evening?

after such a beautiful evening?

Once back in bed, I snuggle up against my husband.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked.

"Yes, much better. You're my cure for everything." I answered, kissing him once more.

It was true, I often wondered how he did it, but in any mood, I was...

sad

angry

melancholic

bitter

disappointed

He made me forget everything...

He smiled at my words and for a moment I lost my breath, every time I looked at him I wondered how such perfection was possible, not only in his body, which was already crazy in itself, but also in his soul.

when I heard him speak then I got a lump in my throat

"You are my breath, I don't know what I would do without you.

Once I would have made some joke but now I didn't know it was true.

He lived for me more than once he had told me "you're the only good thing I've had in my life"

The first time he'd said that, I hadn't believed him when he told me why.

It sounded more like something he said to win me over. I was sceptical and thought: "Who knows how many times he's said that!"

It was beautiful.

rich

powerful

All the women were dying for him as soon as he came out.

What more could he want?

Only later did I realise how empty his life was...

His life was like his house, flashy and rich as soon as you walked in, so perfect that it made you feel uncomfortable, but if you stayed a while you realised that it was too big for one person.

I caressed him reassuringly in silence looking into his eyes there was no need to add anything else ...