“Let’s unpack,” Florian says.
“You don’t want to rest first?”
“I need to get something from the suitcase first.”
My eyes widen. “The?—”
He nods. “Is that okay?”
“Yes, Florian. Of course.”
I help him find the enema kit—not that he doesn’t know exactly where everything in his suitcases is located.
He unboxes the enema kit and stares at the bulb.
“It’s sort of funnily shaped,” I say. “You don’t need to use it.”
“Of course, I will use it.”
“It can be uncomfortable.”
“I am used to being uncomfortable.”
“Do you want me to explain it?”
“I will manage,” Florian says stiffly.
He goes to the bathroom, and I hurry to the TV and turn it on, so Florian will feel relaxed.
Finally, he finds me on the sofa.
“How was it?” I ask.
“Uncomfortable.” He sits next to me, then kisses my cheek.
Florian then removes his phone, opens his Timer app, and a countdown clock appears on the screen. “We can have sex in one hour.”
He sets it on the coffee table.
“Oh.” I stare at the red numbers. “Awesome.”
Florian grins, then drapes his arm around me. I laugh as he pulls me toward him.
The next hour is very, very nice, and when Florian’s phone beeps, we go to the bedroom. Florian has already put the package of condoms and bottle of lube on one of the bedside tables.
I take out my phone and put on some music. Florian brightens when jazzy music starts filling the room.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-NINE
Florian
Gentle music bounces around the room, easing the tremors of my heart.
I gaze at the bed.
It looked completely non-threatening before, with its white sheets and matching side-by-side pillows, but now my heartbeat quickens.
