Zenovia

I barely recalled when Maksimillian carried me to the couch where he cuddled me. I was seated sideways on his lap, leaning against him. We were both still naked. One side of my face rested on his chest, and his arms were around me.

I was like drugged by him, and I spilled everything to him. “My father cheated on my mum since I was seven,” I began, listening to the strong and steady beating of his heart.

Somehow, it made me feel something indiscernable at the moment. Maybe this was too intimate for me? It should frighten me, but still, I continued to speak.

“My mum didn’t know...