Guilty
Siamo seduti sul divano, abbracciati; lui mi accarezza i capelli, mi bacia la fronte, le guance, gli occhi. Si avvicina alle mie labbra senza osare sfiorarle. Apro gli occhi e trattengo il respiro, lui si avvicina ancora, accarezzandomi piano le labbra con le sue. Le apre appena and I close my eyes, waiting. She hesitates for an instant too little conscience left and forced me to leave.
For a moment I get back to me and I think of a way out, but my futile attempt is blocked by his hand on my neck that moves the hair, while with the tip of my tongue tickles the ear. I bow my head to the side, panting. He goes on to tracing a trail of kisses down my throat.
A groan escapes my lips and I understand to be lost.
hour later on the phone with L.
- seems strange to me - says - something happened?
are unsure how to answer: confess and risk losing, in the name of sincerity, or keep silent, pretending nothing.
- Well? - he insists.
breath e. .. I tell him everything. On the other side of the phone, he says only the most chilling silence, followed by the sound of any busy family.
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