GRACIASI go up to my room with the strange sensation that my steps no longer belong to me. They are heavy, hesitant, as if each step separated me from a familiar world to throw me into another, unknown. The evening clings to my skin, a second flesh, an invisible burn. The scent of candles still floats in my nostrils, mingled with the warmth of the dishes, the muffled echo of cutlery. And above all… the gleam of his eyes. It pursues me. It grips me.I sit on the edge of the bed, my back straight, my hands clenched on my knees. I close my eyes. And immediately, the image returns. That suspended moment. His fingers against mine. Not an accident. Not a clumsiness. Something too precise, too vibrant to be denied. A tiny gesture, but one that overturned my entire being.The warmth of his skin… I still feel it. It seeped into me like a fever, burning, indelible. I have goosebumps, and yet I am hot. I hate myself for having felt that, for having let my
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