It rains The drops fall slowly through the window. It's winter and it's cold although my body burns inside.
Tomorrow I have a literature test and the notes are piled up on the table. My head is torn between continuing to study Charles Bukowski or getting carried away by the passion and fire that hides under my panties.

Finally the temptation overcomes the pulse. I pick up my mobile phone, open WhatsApp and write a message to Pablo. "I'm in the university library, I want to see you." It doesn't take more than a minute to answer: "I get dressed and go there."

My heart starts beating very hard and my mind is immersed in a million obscene thoughts. I remember the other day at home: his body next to mine, he slowly unbuttoning the buttons of my shirt, licking my breasts eagerly, I riding him to the rhythm of the chords of Pink Floyd's 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond', his song favorite No one had ever turned me on so much. I light up even more.

"Hello," Pablo interrupts my thoughts. He picks up a chair and sits at the next table. Take the notes from your backpack and place them on top. He is so handsome. That tight shirt and underpants peeking over the edge of the jeans ... I'm looking forward to taking them off.

We both try to concentrate on the study knowing that sooner or later ecstasy will explode.