That night, we lay in bed together, with our arms around each other. We made love once again when we returned to the room, and for a moment I thought nothing could spoil this moment. That I was being happy once again, and that yes, maybe if we could be honest with each other, things could be resolved. Maybe he didn't hate me, and there could still be enough love to save us both from the abyss we are in.
In the shower, we explored each other's bodies, feeling the water sensually flowing between us, before we went to bed, where once again we let desire take over, we were the same. The same Lola and the same Frank from two years ago. After many hours with our bodies intertwined, sleep finally overcame us. I hadn't known this happiness in a while, actually, since the last time I was with Fran
