Chapter 2 - Sweet intoxication of the fog

The dawn was closing in.

‘Aren’t you coming back in the sheets, with me?’ she offered, with a lazy, sleepy smile. ‘We both hate it…’ she pointed the sun.

‘Not yet, my lovely pet!’

She stared at him in dismay.

‘PET? Who the hell are you calling pet?’

She jumped out of the warm sheets, still enriched with their scents of lovemaking.

‘I believe you are mistaking! The fact that we screwed like wild dogs doesn’t mean that I’m your slave!’

‘You know, you look quite charming, sitting there, all naked! If I were not thinking of much more important things, I would have joined you back to our bed, over there! Moreover, please, I hate the term of ‘screwing like wild dogs’! I do not screw! Another thing that should give you enough trouble: I’m as noble about this subject as any other matter. Treating everything in life with respect is much more interesting and hard, than...