Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman.
Milan Kundera
Romano
"Is there a reason why you're fantasizing about shooting my head off right now ?" I asked Raphael as he started to enter the back seat of the car.
He glared at me, stopped in motion, bending a bit as he prepared to slid in.
"He thinks you were flirting with his girl" Bruno whispered loudly, standing beside me, legs apart. His eyes held a devilish look as he stared at Raphael. We were both staring at him, waiting for his reaction. He did not react, he just slid in the car an
