FELIX

I could do everything that morning but focus, although I remembered nothing that happened last night, I imagined it, and I didn't hate it.

When I woke up, I found myself cupped in Benita’s arm. It's only natural that something had happened, but I couldn't tell what. And honestly, I stayed there for a while pretending to still be asleep.

I might have even imagined worse than what actually happened, but I didn't hate whatever was in my head.

I didn't hate the idea of loving her ...