Klein remained entwined with Walpurga for a moment. Their pressed bellies were still damp with sweat, a thin shiny film on their skin. The hairs of their sexes mingled formed small wet curls. Walpurga had swollen and red lips, her hair stuck to her temples. Klein could still taste the salty flavor of her skin on his tongue. He withdrew his arm from under her back, a little numb.
"I have other things to do today," he said as he sat up. He ran a hand through his sticky hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "We'll see each other later."
"Okay." Walpurga nodded, a smile at the corners of her still wet lips.
Klein was putting on his pants, he pulled up the zipper that buzzed. He adjusted his belt. He gave her one last look: her bare breasts still marked by his fingers, red traces on the sides. Then he turned on his heels and left. The door slammed behind him.
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