It was like listening to an old story that ended before she had heard enough.
She leaned against him, still wanting more, but feeling somewhat content; at least it wasn't the scent of perfume or lotion.
"Why didn't you wait for me at the newspaper office this afternoon?" he changed the topic, his voice still gentle.
She recalled the afternoon, not understanding why she hadn't waited for him. It was as if she had never thought of waiting for him.
"Even if something happened, you didn't call me?"
She felt a little confused. Yes, why hadn't she called him then? She had even glanced at his desk several times, hoping he would be there…
"I was... afraid to disturb your work..." she thought, perhaps that was the reason?
"But afterward, you still never called me!"
"Later... later I was tired... so I slept..." That was the truth!
