Chapter 85

I ended up sleeping at Picasso's house.

I knew all the risks, but I didn't think of any of them while I was tangled next to you in a double bed and well heated by the warmth of our bodies. I woke up earlier than him, because I always woke up with the early bird animals, and I went to his bathroom to try to fix my hair and my face. I was disheveled, still with a lost expression and totally sore in my ass.

I vaguely remembered feeling his slaps when we had sex for the first time the day before, but I had even forgotten that at some point I would have trouble sitting normally. Despite all the shared intimacy, I found it unhygienic to use his toothbrush, so I brushed it with my fingers.

The cleaning was precarious, but it would have to work. I had a slight hope of taking a shower when I arrived at Telma's house, to become more presentable, but the idea fell down the drain when I returned to the room and found Picasso sitting on the bed.

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