There was a different body beside me, and at that moment, there was no strangeness at all. We lay there, each in our own thoughts, after discarding the condom. With the effort, the alcohol, and the sleepless night, I simply fell asleep.Maybe I understood Maria Clara now. I needed to be with another woman to understand her. I wasn’t the same anymore, and the desire for sex seemed to have diminished over time. I woke up with an intense headache. I got up, noticing—perhaps grateful—that the bed was empty, the memories of our last moments together in bed bringing sharp pangs of pain.I swallowed hard, sitting on the bed. The condom was still on the floor, filled with semen, and there was no trace of her anywhere in the room. "Mavi?" I called, feeling uneasy, but I didn’t find her in the bathroom either. I would tell her it had been a mistake, that it shouldn’t have happened, but looking at the bed where we had made love, it seemed more than enough to caution me about this. I hadn’t even
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