The chilly night's air filtered through the suite's windows as Lívia faced Camila while her fingers traced patterns on her back. Their expressions are unreadable in the soft dim lighting provided by the lamps in the suite.
"So.. that was uma delícia," Lívia murmured, stretching.
"Pois é" Camila said, with a soft hearty laugh.
"Better than my ex, it was okay but you..." Lívia propped herself on an elbow. "You?"
Camila's grin was contagious. "Oh really?"
Lívia's breath caught as a blush crept to her entire face. "We uh.. Know our bodies so yes.."
"It was... surreal." Camila's fingers continued their exploration. "You completely showed me a new side of you Vívi."
"Is that good or bad?"
" incrível." Camila leaned in to kiss her, slowly, deliberately. "I'm not used to that."
The intimacy of the night felt different from the passion of the previous day—softer, more revealing. As they moved together again, Lívia noticed how Camila's careful control gave way to raw need, how her reserved nature melted under Lívia's touch.
Afterward, they lay tangled in sheets, the mountain air cool against their skin. "We should talk about the age difference," Camila said suddenly.
Lívia tensed slightly. "Okay."
"Not because I regret this," Camila clarified quickly. "But because I need to know what you expect."
Lívia rolled to face her. "I expect honesty. Communication. That we both try."
"And if your family disapproves? If friends judge? If you realize in five years that you want something I can't give you?"
"Then we'll deal with it together," Lívia said simply. "But I'm not making life decisions based on what might happen years from now."
Camila studied her face. "You're very sure of yourself for someone who claims to be lost."
Lívia smiled wryly. "I'm not sure about anything else in my life. Just this."