“We do have lives outside the hospital, you know.”
I introduced Mila. Finally, when Mila’s finger disappeared inside her vagina, I felt hot enough to take off the T-shirt. I felt her lips caress my labia just before her tongue snaked out to stroke my cleft and finally my clitoris. “I just thought how close you came to having this broken as well.” For a moment her voice seemed on the verge of cracking, but surely that couldn’t be. “May I come in?”
I realised I was standing blocking the door and goggling up at her like an imbecile. I woke up once in the middle of the night, not from a dream, and though she was sleeping, her feet were tangled with mine and her hand draped over my arm. Mila wasn’t done. As we were finishing, Mila looked over my shoulder. Despite taking my phone number, Amanda has not called me. My forehead was gashed to the bone, my right shoulder had been dislocated, and both my lower legs had compound fractures. “Poor Juliana, your muscles are so stiff. Is that all right?”
She wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so we finally went down to the ground floor car park.
