Bianca Rinaldi - Ribeirao - 07-01-2018

Tell me.

Tell me you're all mine, tell me.

No.

Don't tell me.

Tell me you want me.

I want you.

Say it's holy, I want you.

I'm a fan of your outfit.

I'm a fan of that smirk on your mouth.

I'm a fan of your eyes.

I'm a fan of measure.

I'm a fan.

I'm no naive *********** who dreams of a perfect marriage.

But I can't guess whether or not I'll be happy with Nicholas.

The fact that he's capable of cheating on me inside his own house makes a lot of things difficult.

Difficult?

I'm serious, Amanda.

I don't believe you're able to forgive that kind of thing.

But...

Since you look at it that way, what's the problem if he betrays you?

Huh?

Don't you do the same thing?

Aren't you here in my bed now?

Didn't you just give yourself to me?

It is.

Yeah, that's it.

Really.

It doesn't make any sense, Amanda.

I don't know why.

Water shipments, what the hell do I have to give in to these urges?

De.

Of?

Looking for you!

Oh, shit, see?

I promised myself that it would never happen again.

Ay, Amenda.

Stop fooling yourself, girl.

You know you don't like that guy.

If we were to get married.

It's the good that could come and live here with you in your home.

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