24.2 C
London
Thursday, August 13, 2020
We walk back to Hotel Paco Paco by the slowest route we can find. Strolling along the cobblestone streets and giggling like school children.
We lay side-by-side on the roof, on our backs, counting stars in a black and distant sky. When we have both nearly fallen asleep from the counting, and it seemed as if I could no longer resist not touching him, I think it best that I should leave.

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