08

“You didn't have to worry” I said, when your hands left my shoulders. My fingers shook to take your hands and put them on me again, but I kept my hormones crossing my fingers behind my back. “ I know how to dress alone, you know.”

He laughed again, without humor, but gently. He seemed like the perfect mix between roughness and kindness, a junction of distinctions. In the same way that his appearance would never catch my attention, although his gestures were exactly what he sought to feel in a man.

“ Arrange “ he said. “ I'm sure my friend wouldn't let her if he wasn't here for a bigger reason than fun.”

The feeling of being someone worthy of pity hit me. Looking at the man again, I realized that the darkness in his eyes had withdrawn, and in place was only convenience, as if talking to me was a duty for his interruption. He probably still believed that I was a prostitute. Even if I had not denied the thought, there were not so many reasons to continue clinging to a vague idea.

I raised