the progress project [3]

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yuli

she opens the door again, and atília smiles at her with such kindness, such fondness that she wants to throw up. "good evening."

"hi." she barely finds her voice, knees threatening to buckle at any second.

"what is wrong?" he asks, and he closes the door behind him. he reaches out to touch her, lightly taking ahold of her elbow. he steadies her, his eyebrows furrowed together in misunderstanding.

nothing, she says as she kisses him. as he kisses her back.

nothing, she says as she slips off her shirt. as he slips off his.

nothing, she says as she pushes him against the bed.

nothing at all.