We are not done

Carrie

It was from me.

I farted.

But you know what? I am not embarrassed. Even though my eyes are closed right now, I am barely embarrassed.

I know the fart was a moment-ruiner. But hear me out… It was for the best. I say so because I finally found that tiny part of me that didn’t want that moment to happen.

So, now that I am back to my senses I should gently walk out and pretend nothing happened.

“Where are you going?” In conjunction with the sternness in his voice, Alessandro’s hold on my waist refused to budge and I opened my eyes. “We are not done.”

“Huh…” He is serious. He is not budging! “It… It might start to smell.”

“Who cares?”

“Huh?” This man keeps surprising me. I know that farting is a natural phenomenon but it can be annoying when it comes with a smell. And I know for a fact that my gas smells from time to time. My head tilted to the left and with confusion in my voice, I repeated, “It might start to smell.”

“It’s just you and me in here.” He quickly licked his lower lip.