Next day

Almost as if I were a thief, I enter my house trying to make the slightest noise. It's barely seven in the morning, and I hope my father hasn't woken up yet to go golfing like he does every Saturday. I know that he wouldn't hesitate for a single moment to ask me who I've been with since my hair is still wet and I have the same clothes as last night.

I quickly go up to my room and lock the door so no one can enter. I take off my dress, my heels and then flop back onto the bed. I close my eyes because of the fatigue I feel, and when I do so, I still feel Lucas' touch on my skin. We haven't slept in most of the night, and I loved it. The way he loved me drove me crazy. She touched me by telling me about her childhood and her dreams. He made me feel special when he asked me to tell him everything that was still unknown to him. We have met in those biologically necessary pauses for our bodies, and we have realized that we have much more in common t