ÉricShe stayed in the bathroom for a long time.The water flows beyond the door, like a distant reminder of reality, but here, in the room, everything seems suspended. The sheets still warm from Jade's body. The smell of her skin floating in the air. And me, sitting on the edge of the bed, bare-chested, still quivering.I look at my hands.They tremble slightly.It's not fatigue. It's greed. A lack that returns as soon as the act is over. A new, insidious, silent addiction. It's her. She consumes me. She draws me into a game where I lose every round, and yet, I want to play again.The door opens with a breath. A slight mist invades the room, followed by her body: Jade.Her body still damp, half-goddess, half-demon. Drops slide over her hips, her breasts, her stomach. She has tied a towel at her waist, but it covers nothing. On the contrary, it underlines. Accentuates. Drives crazy.Her hair falls in heavy strands around her face. She doesn't look at me right away. She advances. Depos
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