Now, later, whenever
“Or another day.” I realized that David was talking to me and looked up. “Huh?” He laughed. “Here I am, making plans for the rest of the week and you? You don’t even pretend that you are listening.” Guiltily I avoided his gaze, looked down on the table instead. “Sorry, I was miles away.” If not miles at least hours. Back to this morning. While I had been making another tea he had showered, dressed. Not a single word about what had happened. The whole day I had been in this state of confusion. After a more than satisfying breakfast at the cafe round the corner he had shown me the city. No word, no touch, nothing that acknowledged what we had done, that we had fucked. It was back to friendship, that easygoing banter, …