And I Hope You're Sober to Hear This

He took the bottle from my hand and twirled it, taking his time in replying:

- Red, smooth. The first custom label created by North B.

- With my name?

He lowered his eyes, saying nothing more.

I took the bottle again from his hands and looked:

- Will you drink it someday?

- I do not know if I should. You just forbid me to drink anything alcoholic.

- Maybe I should make an exception when it's in my company. My voice came out weak.

- I don't know if I can open it. - Confessed.

I put the bottle back in place, carefully.

- Are you going to destroy my cellar? - He asked.

I placed my hand on his chest, moving slowly down the soft, over-scented skin with so much soap on it. When my fingers passed the navel, I asked:

- Maybe I should disinfect it with bleach?

- Don't even play... I don't doubt you at all.

- Why “two” women?

"I..." His voice trailed off, not completing the sentence.

- Did you have sex with them?

- No.

- There was no time!

- It didn't turn on. But the presence of the two was...