"I am not tired yet", said Toxic.
"Me neither."
"Tell me something!" he demanded and patted on the spot next to him.
"Okay!"
I crawled onto the bed next to him and awkwardly smoothed my skirt.
"Did ... did the men bathe you, too, or did you ... yourself ..."
Toxic laughed.
"I washed myself. And they made fun of me the entire time."
"Why?"
"Because ... because I'm so big", he replied shrugging his shoulders. "How about you?"
"The women insisted that ... that I take off my clothes and then they bathed me and rubbed me with perfume."
"That's why you smell like that."
" You don't like it?"
Toxic leaned forward and smelled my neck. A shiver ran down my body.
"I do", he said rough. "It ... I like it. - Very much!"
He sat down again, but his gaze held mine and my heart began to bea
