All the work he planned to get ahead on that night was forgotten.
"I did not know you liked those things," he told her while holding her in bed.
She was already between sleep and reality.
"What things?"
"Aggressiveness... You are always demonstrative, but that is new..."
"It is what I like most about you."
"My aggressiveness is what you like most?"
"Yes... no... I do not know... it is what you provoke in me."
"Do you want to kill me?"
Deanna gave him a small smile and sleep overcame her.
This woman was a box of surprises; she never stopped driving him crazy. She had a tacit sweetness in everything she did, she was intelligent and combative, she let herself be carried away by tenderness and, when he least expected it, she was biting his mouth like an animal.
