Last night

I kept on hypnotising myself, reassuring myself, and then calmly turned off the shower and left the bathroom.Zephyrine was lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she was already asleep. I quietly changed out of my soaked pyjamas and took another small sheet out of the cupboard back into the living room and lay down on the sofa. With a weak heart, there was no longer any way for me to share a bed with Zephyrine. It'll all blow over, I said to myself before I went to bed.

Is Zephyrine drunk? Must be drunk. It's the only way she'd kiss me.

All of a sudden, I couldn't move, or maybe I didn't want to. Never before had I looked so closely at Zephyrine, and it seemed that if I leaned down just a little more, our eyelashes would touch. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster - but the faster it beat, the weaker I got, and the weaker I got, the more I couldn't move. The person underneath me still didn't speak, only staring calmly at me. The seductive scent of the wine o