Oh my.

“Goodbye, Christian," I murmur."Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utte…”

“His head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest slate. I bite my lip. “…”

“Can I see him again? Could I bear it? Do I want to see him? I close my eyes and…”

“Bene, nell’esame orale ti meriti un 10. Vieni, andiamo a letto, ti devo un orga…”