Rude males

By evening, Renato could walk again.

He was still too weak to fight, but he could walk and maybe run for a short while. As such, he moved back to his lodgings in the second circle.

«I'll come with you,» Samantha said.

«I don't have my own apartment, Mine. I live in a single room.»

«So what? Don't you have a sofa for me?»

«No.»

«And is the bed so small?» she pouted.

«No...» he sighed. «The bed is perfect for the two of us.»

«So?»

«Are you willing to sleep next to me? For real?»

«Yes, of course. I'll move out when you can defend yourself.»

«So, tomorrow morning?» he said, a little disappointed. One night was better than zero nights, but still...

Could he pretend to be weak a little longer? Would Samantha find out?

«Still, I think you should have spent another night here. You're supposed to rest! Or you should go back to your parents... They can take care of you.»