“Rasheed, relax. So we had s*x. It’s no big deal. I wanted you to do it. I put on the lingerie. It was my fault. I seduced you. Again,” I said.
“Do you want me to go?” he asked.
“Only if you want to. You can stay here with me if you like. The bed is big enough for both of us…”
“I’ll stay, if it’s OK with you….”
“I’d like that Rasheed.”
We lay in the bed in silence, holding each other. We didn’t speak about what happened or discuss the mission, which hovered ominously over us like an approaching storm. I turned to my side and Rasheed held my breasts in his palms. I felt different somehow in the arms of Rasheed, almost human again. The feeling made me warm inside but also nervous, like I was about to go to war without protective gear. I squinted at the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning
