And T.H.M. goes Romanian, for making a.. warmer point

Looking at the back of his right palm and his big fingers, roughed by the passing of time, as he was supporting himself next to her desk, Moon, slowly trying to stand up from her chair she told him something that supposed to have been a secret until that time, as if she had never said that before to him, more so, admitting it to herself.

She was nervous, shy, yet daring. She felt relieved after she said it, simple, with a soft girly voice: Te iubesc. She moved her eyes up, scanning his face now, anxiously waiting for his comeback.

– Stii cum se numeste un sertar care nu are niciun buton de deschidere atasat la el?, fuse replica mult asteptata a lui Jason.

– Pai… ferecat?!

– Exact. Exact asa ca buzele mele in acest moment, pentru tine.

Si totusi Moon nu dadea semne ca se simte prost de refuzul lui, pentru ca nu a interpretat reactia lui ca pe un refuz categoric. A interpretat-o tocmai ca pe o sansa de a descoperi acel buton… magic. Pierduta in reveria ei, fuse distrasa de inca o replica a lui Jason, care o surprinse chiar mai mult decat prima:

– Stii ca toate astea se pot controla, nu? Impulsurile tale, astea cu tente indecente. Stii, pe cand aveam vreo 30 de ani, am avut o relatie de 5 ani cu o tipa care era cu 10 ani mai tanara decat mine. A trebuit sa o invat foarte multe, tare zvapaiata mai era.

– Tu? Tu ai avut o relatie de 5 ani, inainte sa fii cu mine? Cand?!

(Veti afla imediat ce voi visa episodul urmator. Sau anterior. :D)

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