A Sensual Affair

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osis, and the cause was unknown. How c

was at my own apartment. It was already night and I did not even have to stay overnight at the hospital as an o

ll incision in my navel was still fresh but the pain was noth

ve. You’re still healthy when it comes to fertility, as we already examined that. But it could reach to that point if y

e married for that. I could just have the child on my ow

fortable and spacious enough for someone who lived here alone. My unit was on the fifth floor of an eight-storey building, so it was nice to look out of the window during th

n my thighs pressed against my abdomen. My eyes went to look

n’t have a man?” I scowled, my lips p

. But I don’t get you. You still want a baby,

we circle

ilization. It’s way off my pay gr

ou want,” she offered as though she was

r being so generous to me, d

al way.” I could just imagine her

sarcastically said, thinking o

anger on if I wanted to. How could I forget that detail? We were not close, although he wanted to. In fact, he would always leave me messages in my social media inbox, asking how I am and when we

ly put by Antonia. She did know I hate men generally, though I

t with endometriosis, you might feel pain during

. I did remember about it in

ow could I even enjoy making

ons so that if and when you find the right man you want

brakes when it comes to intimacy topics because she openly discusses hers to me, I didn’t mind because it wasn’t mine. Nonetheless, she did know that I am still a virgin, as she knew too well I never had a relationship, intimate or not, with a man. Unl

ever, no one liked to speak with her since she always dominated the conversation. It was only I who endured it, that’s why she was so taken with me. From then on, she claimed that she was my lifetime best

have to hang up now. You know, I still

n! I’ll drop by to see you tomorrow an

e that. When she asked me how I am, I wasn’t brave enough to tell he

asing in her tone. She was curious, and God know

all you to discuss my love li

. “Why don’t you date? You

it. I’ll never get married just like you did and then break up afterwards! I can’t let my child, if I have one, suffer the same fate as I did. Men are dicks, Mămică! You should know t

me, it doesn’t mean your man will do the same thin

id feel remorse that I hung up on her. It was s

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o leave, and no one could attend to it because her fellow OB-GYN got sick and couldn’t make it. Antonia told me she would be here maybe in a couple of days to join me. I knew she badly wanted to have this vacation with me, as it had been long since we had our last one—m

rch, seated on the long benches. I swept my eyes around me, taking in all the beautiful details of the Gothic-style monument of Romania. During the Great Turkish War in 1689, the

isten to it. Then, I saw him… opposite to where I was seated. I was at the farthest side of the bench on the lef

my chest hard. I could feel my blood warming up and travelling fast in my entire system.

u so want in Brașov!” I suddenly recalled Antonia’s words while we planned our vac

no idea if it was just my imagination or not. But then the gorgeous man held m

eath beca