What did I just do?
Athena asked herself for the third time as she stood naked before the bathroom mirror, hands limp by her sides, her eyes shrouded in untamed misery.
Bathed in the glow of the fluorescent lights, she believed she had made a hasty, wrong decision an hour ago—blinded by her desire to be distracted.
Why did love make a mess of things? She wondered, picking up her toothbrush.
How could she be a strong woman in her career, in her non-romantic affairs—a model of excellence and woman power—and yet not stick to her decision of needing space from sex and the matters that went with it?
Why had she turned to it when swamped with frustrations? Why had she used Antonio?
She brushed her teeth forlornly, remembering the moment with Antonio. She wasn't sure what to think of it.
He had finished early—so excited had he been at the reality presented to him on a platform of gold that he had finished early. Barely five minutes in.
