Mila didn’t say anything for a minute, then she got up and took my hand. But what I meant was, you should go back to writing in your spare time. That’s ridiculous.”
“Come on. “Tonight you can sleep naked, if you want. “Juliana, wake up! Could I have your phone number?”
Somewhat surprised, I gave it to her. I couldn’t imagine Mila crying. It’s you.”
“You were expecting someone else?” I hadn’t met Mila in four or five years, but she hadn’t changed at all. Are you fully recovered?”
“Yes, well…” Then I finally recognised her. I was so drained of energy from the crashing orgasms that I could do next to nothing to participate, but Mila didn’t seem to mind that. That afternoon, I crunched myself down in the passenger seat when she started the engine and drove out of the car parking, but my body didn’t react anywhere near as badly as I’d expected.
