Malu
Months have passed so fast. That fall night, the last time Rafa and I surrendered to passion, has passed us by in the speed of light. After his promotion, he’s been busier and busier, with bigger cases to handle, so I’ve locked myself at home, painting every day in order to produce material enough for my next exhibition, scheduled for the end of next summer.
We still talk several times a week. Rafa makes sure I eat, take care of my health and smoke less, but we rarely see each other, trying to avoid this electricity between us every time we meet. We don’t talk about it. We don’t put into words the arousal we feel for each other or even express the way that night had changed what we feel for each other. It seems we have a tacit agreement to not talk about that night. We’ve swept unde
