How can someone retain their energies like this, I will never understand. Thank goodness I said after lunch while talking with the officers, for I won't be able to get up early tomorrow.
Alexander is shaving at the light of a lantern, wearing only his trousers and letting me admire his back from the bed.
As for me... I'm lying down, my head resting on the arms, covered by the sheet in strategic spots. I'm staring shamelessly, smiling when our eyes meet on the giant mirror of the dressing table. That's the most I can do at this moment: smiling.
I will soon turn thirty, so it's expectable that I can't keep such rhythms anymore. Even though I've got used to it.
As long as we keep exercising, my muscles will retain their fitness, won't they?
«We've received a letter,» Alexander murmurs.
«I know,» I sigh.
It was waiting for us when we arrived here. It amazes me how missives travel so fast when we need two months to reach Polis.
