“This wasn’t some ordinary f**k, was it?” Sandra said bluntly.
“No.” Elena shook her head. She’d been wearing a silk floral robe, and opening it, she stared down at her chest. “Does this look like a dream?” she asked her friend, showing her the small red mark of a love bite on her left inner breast.”
“There’s another higher, a real small one,” Sandra told her, seeing what her friend couldn’t.
Elena went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. There were subtle marks that hadn’t been there that morning, or when she went to the beach that afternoon, though they were certainly obvious to her now, signs of Nikos loving her. She could have closed her eyes and his face would have appeared out of the foggy obscurity; he would have been as real as his flesh had been real to her for one long
