I close my eyes and move against him. It still feels frightening to tell him I love him, even with his arms locked around me, holding me tight, urging me forward, back. But I’ve made my mind up. No more easy options – I want this, the bright, explosive joy of it. I want to say those words every day. ‘I love you,’ I whisper. ‘Eu te amo,’ he whispers back, and then he lifts his mouth to mine,
