“And… are you better? Can you sleep now?” he finally asked.
Dóra nodded.
“Let’s go,” she said. “I want you like mad.”
Endrődi was surprised that Dóra didn’t ask him anything about his private life, about any conclusions he might have reached, and he didn’t mind avoiding these uncomfortable questions right now. He felt excited that the woman he’d loved for so long was sitting next to him… his beloved. Suddenly, he felt like someone had punched him in the gut. What if she went back to Bali; what if she left him? He wouldn’t be able to bear losing her again. He knew that he couldn’t formulate these words out loud, because then Dóra would rightfully ask how exactly he imagined their life together. When would he move out… and move in with her? Of course, Endrődi would have liked to live with
