A familiar heaviness spreads in the groin. I change places, clamping the female body between the closet and myself. I throw my right leg on my thigh, but then my hands rest on my chest, putting a distance between us.

“Theo,” she whispers, catching her breath, “slow down. We are not alone in the apartment. What will they think of us?

“Ash, if my grandparents, and then my mother and father, didn’t do this, then I wouldn’t be here now at all,” the laughter comes out hoarse. - But you're right, you need to behave decently. So be it, - I generously release my leg and deviate a little. But...