Madrid
His hand grips my waist, and before I turn to talk to him and look at him, he puts his mouth next to my ear.
— Before you go in, I want you to put something on!
— Put what, Raúl?
— Will come! — I do what he asks me, I look at his look that seems too serious, and that worries me, because the ideas about the breakup had disappeared, but the look makes me think about it again.
— Raúl, what are you going to do? What's happening? Do you want to finish?
He doesn't answer anything, just puts his finger under my mouth, and makes a noise, a hiss, making me understand that I should keep quiet. Then take something out of your pocket, a blindfold, and ask me
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