After our passionate sex in one of the storage rooms of the Municipal Office, shamelessly conducted amidst the chaos of spilled boxes and scattered supplies, I found myself lingering with Elena in the small space.
I focused on the practical task of collecting the scattered food cans from the floor, methodically returning them to their proper boxes while trying to process the complex emotions swirling through my mind.
"Was this really such a good idea?" I asked Elena, though my voice came out more uncertain than I'd intended.
Elena was occupied with the delicate task of cleaning herself, using tissues to wipe away my traces from her thighs and more intimate areas. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I couldn't blame her for the awkward self-consciousness that had replaced the passionate abandon of just minutes before.
