She held my arms and pulled up my skirt. "Stop gritting your teeth," she said.
"I'm not gritting my teeth." The window was open and a car drove by. The room was yellow, then dark again.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, looking at my face.
"I love you," I said, trying to hide inside my body.
"Come back," she said. She fucked me so hard that I cried. I closed my lips tight. Afterwards, when she kissed me, I felt her crawling away from me, pieces of her disappearing, from exhaustion, from fighting against my disappearance, also. But I wanted her to keep saying - just a few more times - come back, come back, stop gritting your teeth.
"I'm not gritting my teeth." The window was open and a car drove by. The room was yellow, then dark again.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, looking at my face.
"I love you," I said, trying to hide inside my body.
"Come back," she said. She fucked me so hard that I cried. I closed my lips tight. Afterwards, when she kissed me, I felt her crawling away from me, pieces of her disappearing, from exhaustion, from fighting against my disappearance, also. But I wanted her to keep saying - just a few more times - come back, come back, stop gritting your teeth.