Epilogue

The smell of freshly cut greens haunted me all morning. Of course, he seemed to me, firstly, because he simply could not penetrate the penthouse, and secondly, it was the beginning of September, and the greenery was no longer so fresh.

I yawned, trying in vain to put the earring in my ear. The aroma of pancakes unobtrusively penetrated into the bedroom, subtly mixing with non-existent greens. With such smells, and after an almost sleepless night, I could hardly move at all, and for the upcoming meeting I needed at least some vigor. I already dragged it out with her, preparing one thing or another, but the tummy would soon be visible, and I didn’t want to advertise it just like that.

The water in the bathroom calmed down, and I, putting the rebellious earring on the chest of drawers to her pair, looked back at Grisha. Naked, wet and megasexual, he drove all the smells out of the bedroom except his own and knocked all thoughts out of my head.

I inhaled the indelible smell of cigarettes,