All I meant to say is that love hurts, more than I imagined. Indian sex Kavita cooed in delight, no doubt from the jasmine flowers he brought her. Don’t be so horny like an eager dog! That bothered me. That symbolism would help me survive this night. I desperately wanted to know what was going on. By keeping me away, she was actually protecting me from suffering the jealousy and tension of being too close to the sordid affair that was set to happen tonight. I want to devour you.”
Kavita laughed, “Okay, all right, all in due time. It was your choice. It seemed cruel. I just had to clear my head. It took all my willpower not to text or call her. The bedroom was empty, so I grabbed the moment to make my way quickly across the living room to the far end, and then slid myself behind the sofa, dragging myself slowly through the tight space between the sofa and the wall to avoid making any noise. A part of me needed confirmation that she really loved me, and that she was only putting on this one last show to close the relationship with her lover. I stepped inside and closed the door very quietly. Then I sneaked back to my building, walked up the far stairwell where no one would
