There are times when you have no control over yourself. I don’t know why I reached out to him: there is no explanation for this act. Through the anger in Edgar, as if on a litmus test, something deeply personal appeared. Depression. Demons that eat from within. Do I not know such states when you are powerless to change something.

I wanted to calm him down, but I did not dare to climb. Exactly until he started looking at me. With interest. Male. Tangible.

I know how to hide thoughts and feelings, but the reaction of the body is difficult to hide when it betrays its excitement.

I wanted him...