Chapter 22
Trying to leave the bed unnoticed was like playing Mikado for the World League. Lars considered my body as his teddy bear and he was always spooning me with a gorilla grip. We did it twice, therefore he considered he had regained every right of ownership over me.
I still didn’t understand why I had done it. I had liked it the second time, true but it had been a very rushed (lousy) decision. I wanted to get rid of him and I was again in bed with him? Well, kitchen and bathroom but we definitely were in bed now, sleeping together.
I needed to spend all my money on shrinks.
“Where are you going?” He asked me half asleep when my foot tangled itself with his calf. Bad move; lost my turn at mikado.
“Toilet and kitchen. I need my afternoon pills for the shoulder. Or are they tampered too?”
“No, they are fine. It was just a few doses but you seem to be recovering very well, runt.”
I pushed him away but he caught me easily. “Was it too much for you? We don’t have to repeat it if you didn’t like it.”
“It was… strange but fine.”
“You don’t want to do it again,” he affirmed and he was right. The whole thing was fine but it wasn’t worth the effort. It had been like one of those fancy, expensive Belgian chocolate boxes you buy thinking it’s the best and then, the chocolate is too fatty and all the chocolates taste the same. You finish the box and keep it because it’s nice and you can store things inside.
But you will never buy it again.