Latin Lovers

By: Helen Bianchin

‘Do you need one?’

He placed an arm beneath her knees and lifted her into his arms, then began ascending the staircase.

‘Isn’t this just a little over the top?’ she teased, and he chuckled.

‘Perhaps I’m conserving your strength?’

‘Next you’ll suggest I lie supine while you do all the work.’

‘It has been a long day.’

For which he received a thump on his arm from a very feminine fist.

‘Wretch. Just as long as you remember I get to play payback in the early dawn hours.’

‘Promises, huh?’ They reached the main bedroom and he slid her down onto her feet, then they began removing each other’s clothes … slowly, with infinite care.

Their love was everlasting, infinite and very special.

There was no need to hurry. They had the night, and all those remaining for the rest of their lifetimes.

Eternity.

Ramon Alejandro Martinez was born five months and two weeks later in the presence of his father, who cut the umbilical cord and handed him into his mother’s arms.

With black hair, knowing eyes, he was the image of Marcello, and appeared to possess his mother’s nature.

His sister, Nicki, adored him from first sight, and vowed to take care of him forever and teach him everything she knew.

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