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She exhaled through an open mouth, tilted her head back and moved her fingers faster.

– Si… – I moaned, feeling my stomach cramp in a sweet spasm, barely hearing my voice over the noise of the water. – quindi tu, Max … (Yes, to you, Max … – translated from Italian.)

She sobbed, fingers fluttering over the nipple, over the flesh. Suddenly I realized that I wanted to feel the prickly stubble, I wanted the heat of my breath, I wanted it to be his hands touching me, to be his fingers. His mouth, his fingers, his…

– Mmmm … – the lower abdomen tensed, and immediately a shiver ran through the body. The legs became completely wadded, the hips – hot. Swallowing, I took a deep breath. I didn’t have the strength to open my eyes, I didn’t have the strength to move away from the wall. I stood there, breathing heavily, cuddling up, throwing my head back. Wet down there, bewildered by the realization – I didn’t even want Ivan so much. So, from one smell, from some memories…

Turning off the water, I ran my hand over my face. I don’t know how long I was in the shower, it must have been at least an hour. At first, she stood against the wall, trying to recover, to calm her accelerating pulse. It must be all nervous. First, an escape with Ivan, after an ambulance wedding, and then… Then, in general, something unimaginable. Because in any other situation, I wouldn’t be like that. I would not even look in the direction of Max, I would… But for some reason my thoughts did not go further, because in fact I had no idea what would have happened if Max and I had met differently.