Vincent
I wake up and Eliza is opening her eyes next to me. Everything feels so strange and different, as if there's a great distance between us. I feel like we're different people.
"Good morning," she greets me with a smile and kisses my cheek.
"Good morning," I reply, trying to get up. I must go to the apartment, then to the company, and this afternoon I'll go see my children.
"No, don't go yet," she pleads, leaning towards my lips for a short kiss, then starts caressing my neck and chest. I swallow hard, unsure of what to do or how to react. We need time for this, if it's going to happen.
"Eliza, I think it's too soon for this. You haven't finished recovering yet, and we still need to see what will happen with us," I say, sitting on the bed. I see a look of disappointment on her fa
