“So you’re telling me that other than kissing, you haven’t done anything more?” wondered my ex-roommate on the phone.
“No, I know how to be patient when I want, you see!” I say proudly.
“Yes, well, it’s been two weeks anyway… You don’t want… more?”
“Of course, I crave it! But I’m trying to make an effort, to show him that I’m a girl who is capable of wanting something other than a one-night stand.”
In truth, I tried to convince myself that it was the right thing to do. Because if I had listened to the little voice in my head, I would have thrown myself at Victor on the first evening and would have taken all the buttons of his shirt. Especially since I had already had the opportunity to see what was hidden below.
“But, even him… I don’t know,” she said doubtfully. “Aren’t you afraid he
