"Marina! Open up!"

"I won't!" I responded.

The fact that he had come to reconcile was nice, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I really didn't want him to leave. But at the same time, I knew it was the end of the relationship. It would be better if I put an end to it myself.

“But where would I go? What did I do?!”

I even looked through the peephole to make sure my senses were right: he really didn't understand what he'd done. Apparently, it's normal for him to have relationships with more than one woman at a time.

“Fuck you…!!!!” – I shouted.

“Who needs you, you gray mouse?! You should be thanking me for everything!”

I couldn't believe my ears! I never thought I'd hear Alex say that. I thought we were going to part quietly… well, as quietly as possible. He'd find out I wasn't going to forgive him, take his things and leave.

“Well, then I won't take up your time. Go to the one you appreciate.”

Not listening to his scolding, I headed back to the kitchen, and on the way I turned on the TV and turned up the music channel. It partially blocked out the screaming from the stairwell, and at the same time showed that I wasn't listening to my ex-housemate's cries.

Trying to abstract myself from the situation, I decided to think about something else. My memory immediately brought up some particularly vivid scenes from last night. I had to give a natural shake of my head to stop thinking about it. It would be better for me to forget the adventure.

Turning off the TV, I sat down on the couch and cried. I'd been wanting to since last night. They say that tears release all negative energy, so the best remedy for a broken heart is tears. But I don't know why my thoughts were occupied not by Alex, but by Andrew. I couldn't fall in love on the spot, could I?! Or could I? Why did I run away?

No, I did the right thing. Why would he want me? Is he just having fun? Taking advantage? What?

Completely confused, I covered myself with a blanket. I have to go to the clinic tomorrow and get a note. I just can't do six classes. I can't stand.

I ignored the next ringing of the doorbell. It was probably Alex coming back. He's going to apologize for his behavior. I don't want to hear it. It's disgusting.

“Marina, I brought your bag.”

When I heard his voice, I was at the door in a second. When I opened it, I made sure that I hadn't imagined his voice. Andrew suddenly smiled and demonstrated the "loss". My smile was a little unsure. Just a minute ago I thought I would never see him, and here he was, handsome, in a long open coat, beige turtleneck, and unshaven.

"I'll come in," he didn't ask, just warned me of his actions.

I didn't even have time to sidle up. Wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him, he stepped inside.

“It was the first time I'd ever seen a girl run away from me.”

Here I didn't know whether to be proud or angry at the mention of past passions. Andrew let go of me and threw off his coat. I was a little surprised: he was going to stay!

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Andrew asked.

"You came."

"Of course, I couldn't leave a girl I liked," I echoed.

"Liked her," I echoed. "When did you like me?"

"Right away, when you showed your character," he said.

He hovered over me, smiling playfully with the corners of his lips. I had no choice but to retreat down the long hallway to the kitchen. The table was the end of my retreat.

“Andrew," I exhaled as I found myself sitting on the table.

“What?" he asked, pulling my sweater off.

“Don't," I tried to stop him before my mind left me, drowning in desire.

“You didn't say that yesterday.”

I was flustered, even angry. Yesterday I didn't remember myself, but today I have to pull myself together and not let my life be ruined.

Andrew ran his finger along the scattered hickeys on my neck and immediately felt a new one. I tried to push him away, but I think I just turned him on. Andrew started to shower me with kisses. I groaned and pulled off his turtleneck. That was the signal that I was giving in to his pressure. A moment later, my belly on the table, I stood on my tiptoes and bucked harder. He took his time, covering my back with kisses, driving me to a frenzy.

“Hurry up!” – I couldn't stand it anymore.

The sugar bowl and napkin holder flew off the table with the first thrust, decorating the floor. With something between a moan and a growl, I clung to the tabletop even tighter.

“Cat," Andrew whispered, biting my ear.

“Don't you dare stop!” – I ordered.

Slow movements only fueled the fire; I needed a hurricane to put it out. Andrew took his time, preferring to build up the pace; I lost my sense of space and couldn't control myself. The world was reduced to one man, his pace, his hands and lips.