#Chapter43 Imperfect love
I am sure I have found my perfect place in the world, and it's in Luca's arms. The sun beats down on our bodies, but his kisses are the ones that make me burn. /"I love the scent of your skin,/" he tells me in the ear and kisses my shoulder.
/"And I like all of you. I love being with you,/" I confess and interlace my arms over his at the height of my breasts.
/"Bella,/" Lucas tells me with that accent that I like so much and nibbles my earlobe making me smile.
/"What?/" I ask incoherently.
/"Why don't we leave the whole Raúl thing behind and dedicate ourselves to being happy? I would like to marry you again, make plans together,/" he says; he kisses my neck again. /"I would like us to think about the idea of having a child,/" he comments, taking me by surprise.
/"What have you said?/" I ask as I rest my head on his shoulder to see him.
