Amor bendito

A hot nite, the kind where anything seems possible - love, foolishness, and a little crime against common sense. A voice is heard under the windows, slightly hoarse from fatigue and desire, and the air is thick like syrup - it contains flirtation, anger, and the unspoken "stay." Here, feelings don't wear white; they come with bass, cigaret smoke, and short messages that are best left unanswered.

Love turns into a game - who hides behind bravado first, who can last longer. But beneath all that armor, the same thing still pulses: the inability not to feel. Even if it's easier to call it a "one-night stand" than to admit that it's still burning inside.