I open my eyes; it doesn’t take long to realize where I am.
Manon’s bed.
His bed, with a flesh-and-blood Manon, stretched out by my side. It’s dark outside, I must have dozed off after our last session. It must be said that they were quite numerous this week. We haven’t baptized every corner of his apartment yet, but not far off.
I sit up and try to get up as gently as possible so as not to wake him. Even though we’re much more intimate, I refuse to sleep with him. We live together, we sleep together. As for sharing a bed, does that seem too… personal to me?
“Where are you going like that?” he growls.
I don’t have time to answer when I find myself pressed to the mattress with an almost naked Manon, except for his briefs, just above me. You have to believe that he wasn’t completely asl
