Chapter 3 Unlikely Union

"I hope you don't think that using a Motel as a hangout means you have a sex intention behind it. I tend to go alone in this place whenever I want privacy, they serve delicious food and the decor is amazing. I thought it would avoid problems with us recognizing, journalists reporting, etc. See you later?"

Liberty's explanation, along with the address, would have made Aron's mind travel far, with the possibilities of that invitation, if he hadn't been swollen-faced, having put his nose in place, alone and numbed by the medications he took. on its own. He said yes to the question and it was at the agreed time.

"Aron, what happened?" It was Liberty's reaction when she saw the boy's face, when he arrived, running towards him.

He recounted every detail of his father's morning visit, including that this was the first time he had faced him in his life.

Liberty could not resist and kissed Aron who could not stand the pain for a long time, despite having tried, because he wanted that kiss very much.

"Wow, I'm sorry! But hearing you say you slapped your dad and punched him back to defend me was a little irresistible for me."

The irresistible word made Aron notice for the first time how bred Liberty was. She wore a tight, dark red dress that matched the color of her lipstick, which further highlighted her full lips. Her style was a little different from her usual one, which usually drew attention, even with a more "clean" profile, with light makeup, light clothes and few accessories.

But that night, she unconsciously dressed to kill. She could easily be voted Most Beautiful and Sexiest of an awards night, all without sounding over the top.

"You look awesome. Not that you normally aren't, but did you make this preparation to see me?" Aron tried to express at least some of his astonishment.

"Am I too exaggerated? I wanted to get away from the basics I always use," Liberty looked in the mirror, hearing the compliment and assimilating it as something completely different, something that was part of her personality, for not being so confident in herself and thinking that everyone praised her out of sympathy.

"I feel honored that you have dressed like this to see me. Your basics are already something to stop any traffic, but you dressed up, that way, you could take the stage of a great show. I swear I would kiss you this time, if it didn't look like there's a hole of pain in the center of my face."

Liberty stroked his hair and hugged him. The increase in body temperature of both, upon contact, was immediate.

She walked away and asked him to sit down and choose what to eat.

"You were right, this place is really impressive. I have the feeling in this environment that we are in a famous restaurant and I can already see from the other side that the bedroom part also seems magical," Aron realized after that hug that hardly, even in his condition, they would not end up in that bed.

He picked up the menu and chose a light dish and wine. Liberty accompanied him and placed the order through a digital screen that was fixed to the table.

"I told my mother that I intend to get involved with you ... " Liberty said.

"Serious? Do you intend to get involved with me?" Aron's curiosity was greater about this revelation than about the mother's reaction.

"Wasn't it obvious?" Liberty replied with her traditional charming smile.

"But hearing it from your mouth, surely resolves some doubts."

"And you intend to get involved with me?"

"More involved than I've ever been? Only if I live inside you..." Aron realized how that had sounded and tried to correct himself. "I mean, in the sense of soul, of thought, you understand, right?" Both laughed and were interrupted by the bell that indicated the dinner service. "I was saved!"

He got up, allowed the waiter who served them both to enter, and wished him a good appetite.

"A toast? - She suggested it."

"To improbable, sudden and unexpected unions?" Aron asked back.

"Sounds like a great cause," she concluded, the two toasted and tasted the wine.

"But what did your mother tell you?" Finally he asked, after the sip.

"That I should stay far away from you and get away as quickly as possible, while this was still in the beginning. Called your father a crook, I think..."

"The word is a bit old-fashioned, but it doesn't seem so wrong to define it. I know it's part of how he was raised, forced to learn that he had to do whatever it took to keep my grandfather's inheritance. He was thrown into this reality very early and times were different. I cannot judge him because, for me, he is just a victim of this reality that has been imposed on him."

"Still, that doesn't change the consequences of his actions, does it?" Liberty tried to make Aron think.

"You're right, don't change," Aron replied, regretfully, being silent for a while as he ate with difficulty.

"At least he didn't lose any teeth. He was a punch worthy of a fighter!" Liberty analyzed.

"It's horrible, right?" - Aron prepared.

"Okay, I even feel sorry for you. I get a little upset that on our first time you can't use your mouth or your tongue very well." The face Liberty gave Aron, with a teasing upside-down look, deserved an attitude of flinging everything on the table and jumping on top of it, but Aron just continued to enjoy the view for a few seconds.

"Our first time then?"He wanted to make her talk more about her intentions.

"Well, it really wasn't my intention in the first place, but I knew there would be great chances in bed having the two of us, at least hugged. Her wrinkled face might seem like a negative factor, but the reason she's like this was fundamental to me wanting to rip her clothes off and kiss every bit of her body." Aron was entranced by how she corrects being direct in her desires and at the same time so charming.

"Well, I think that ends the dinner and asks for a bed urgently." He graduated, picked her up, threw her on the bed and began taking off his own clothes.

She did the same and they both admired each other's bodies during the process, as if they'd never seen anyone naked before.

Liberty offers, she walked around him and it was her turn to hurl Aron onto the bed, shoving him in the chest.

"Now, you keep quiet it's my turn."