Arianna stretched out in bed, feeling her body sore, as if a truck had run over her—a truck with a name and surname. She smiled like an i***t remembering the night, a night much more intense than she had imagined, though when she had left here yesterday, she never imagined it would end this way.
She searched for his body next to hers, ready to start again, even though her conscience told her she should wait, but who was she fooling? She never listened to it. She hadn't last night, when, despite the pain, she couldn't stop, nor in the early morning when she woke up with him behind her penetrating her, and instead of complaining, she started moving to meet him.
But Arianna's sleepy search yielded no results, and she opened her eyes to discover he was gone. She sat up in bed and looked arou
