Urso
I woke up exhausted, wrecked, but satisfied. That feeling of a light body after unloading everything on a woman who can handle it. But there wasn't even time to breathe properly. I just felt her get up from the bed and, on impulse, pulled her back to me. The warmth of her body was still clinging to mine. But reality waits for no one, and it hit raw, dirty, cutting like a blade: Rebeca.
Damn, Rebeca.
The radio called, the kid stuttered, and just hearing the name of Nicole's mother, and then "car all scratched up," my blood boiled. Nicole lost it, started screaming, pointed her finger at me, naked, with her body still marked from the night before, her eyes full of hatred. And there I was, standing, without reaction. Not because I was afraid of the scene, but because I was trying t
