"It's quite easy, Daan. Believe me." She took my hand and held it. "It's just a small matter of changing your mind. Not a lot, just a little." She was sitting on her knees in front of me, completely naked. I was sitting in front of her. "Just think of me as just another girl." I nodded. She kept silent for a second. "Are you alright?" she asked. I nodded again, but was unable to speak. "Good. Because I'm going home now."
I watched from the bed while she put on her cloths. She dressed slowely, methodically, as if she was putting on a show just for me.
"Stay for a last cigarette?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I need to get home now."
I nodded. "I understand."
I took my empty glass, poured some whisky in it and took a sip.
"Are you okay to drive?" I asked.
She came back to the bed, took the glass from me, took a sip and smiled.
- "I'm always okay to drive." she said.
She took her glasses from the nightstand and then got up from the bed. I took another sip of whisky. She stood at the end of the bed and looked at me with her big, blue eyes.
- "'You sure you're going to be alright?" she asked.
I nodded again. "I've surviverd worse" I admitted.
"Okay."
She kissed me on the forehead.
I got up from the bed and went downstairs.
It was starting to get a bit cold.
I opened the door for her.
"Drive safe." I said.
She smiled again.
- "It was fun." she said, finally.
"Yea, it was." I replied.
She kissed me, this time on the mouth.
- "Don't call me." she said.
"I won't.
She thought for a second.
- "It's really simple, Daan. Just change your mind."
I nodded. She left.
I locked the door behind her and went back upstairs.
I dug my head in her pillow.
She didn't stay long enough to leave her smell.
"I can't." I whispered.
- "Yes, you can" she said, somewhere in my mind.