He didn't realize I was watching him get dressed. I peered out with one eye, while the rest of my face was buried in his pillow. We didn't have sex; Victor wasn't like that. I'm sure if I asked him to give me pleasure, he would, but that's not his style. I tried to count the marks on his body; he was covered in them. "There's sixty-seven." He said as he slid his arm into the sleeve of his shirt.
I turned my face into the pillow so even with my eyes open I couldn't see anything. "How long did you know?" I said, my voice muffled.
"Go back to sleep," was all he said.