37 (Breakfast )

Roberto kept rolling from one side to the other side of his bed. Throughout the night, he tried to sleep, but he couldn’t. Martina’s face kept hunting him in his sleep.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how passionate she was when she kissed him. The way he almost gave in to her kiss and how good the kiss was.

Though he wasn’t sure how a good kiss felt, he knew she was a good kisser.

He hauled the bedspread from his body and exhaled loudly. He turned on his side and checked his bedside clock. It was 7:04 am.

He sat at the edge of his bed and wore his fur slippers. He lowered his head and spoke up:

“I can’t let her filthy kiss get the best of me. It was nothing more than a kiss.”

He stood up and walked to the bathroom. He picked his toothbrush from his toothbrush holder and applied some toothpaste on it.

He moved the toothbrush to his mouth and began to brush his teeth.

He raised his head and looked into his frameless mirror. He stopped brushing and stared at his face. His