"I love you, Alves. Sooo much."

Alves reached out one of his hands slowly. Till the palm touched the warm cheek of the person lying next to him on the large and comfortable bed. Mia.

As soon as his palm touched her cheek, his thumb got to work, caressing the curve of her cheek, in a sensuous manner. Her heard her nose push out a great amount of warm air. And their eyes met.

Her face had a great deal of joy seeped in it. She looked to be quite happy. And if not happy, at least satisfied. Her expression seemed well defined, yet to an extent it seemed remote.

"Is this real? Are you real?"

He wasn't sure which of the questions he had meant to ask in the first place. But since both question pointed in the same direction of an answer, he didn't bother to take any of them back. He just stared at her, awaiting her response.

She chuckled softly, her eyes not leaving his. She pushed her head a little bit up to press her lips to the fall of his palm. She sniffed it a bit.

Alves still didn't say a word. He looked to be mor