Will you be a man or a woman? I would like you to be a woman. I would like you to feel one day what I feel: I do not agree at all with my mother who thinks that being born a woman is a disgrace. My mother, when she is very unhappy, she sighs: ah, if I had been born a man! I know: ours is a world made by men for men, their dictatorship is so
He laughed. Not a chuckle or a scoff—a laugh, full and deep and shockingly loud. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had heard someone laugh like that. Myself included. Not since… not since Ilana.
“That fucking face,” he said, shaking his head. “No, I was not waiting for you to apologize. I’d be disappointed if you did.”
“I have no regrets. I’d throw you out that window again.”
“Oh, I know, princess. I know.”
“So.” I eyed him. “How long before you can do that again?”
“Hmm.” Abruptly, he rolled over, dumping me to the floor. He grinned, his nose touching mine. His cock brushed the inside of my thigh—already hardening.
“One night. I don’t plan on wasting any of it. I have a list, remember.”
A list, I thought as he kissed me again, hard, and my arms fell around his neck, and I lost myself in him all over again.
A fucking list.
The most beautiful word in the Goddess-damned world.
“Distracting me isn’t going to work. You may think love is an illusion, but it’s real. I saw it when my parents slow danced in the kitchen on Sunday mornings. Love was the stupid car my father bought for my mother that I have to keep in the shed because he gets really sad when he sees it. It’s the echoes of laughter I remember every time I come down the stairs in the house my mother and father built together.”
“Love is like a dyin' ember
Only memories remain
Through the ages I'll remember
Blue eyes cryin' in the rain”