20. Good morning

A sweet wave of bliss flowed through the veins, forcing the blood to run faster and the skin to flare up in places of confident touch. The body melted and wanted more, arching towards the light, but so disturbing touches. And the brain… The sleepy brain was in turmoil, skidded, trying to fit what was happening into the canvas of the usual worldview.

I wildly, to the pulling pain, wanted a man caressing me. I longed for more of his touch, imagined the taste of his lips and the pleasant hardness inside. But at the same time, I understood that we are, in fact, alien beings.

I...