The city kept sleeping while Ju's car slid through the deserted avenues with the tranquility of someone who has seen the sunrise more often than they would like; in the back seat, you and Billie were loose, half overturned on each other, drunk enough to laugh at anything.

You tried to follow Billie's conversation, who mixed drunken philosophy with random declarations of love, the kind that only come out when alcohol releases everything the person tries to hide on a daily basis.

Love... Billie started, her voice almost in a whisper, with her eyes slightly closed and an indecent smile on her lips did you know that your neck looks like the calmest place in the world? Like... a pillow with heartbeats.

You laughed, finding the phrase absurd and brilliant at the same time, and when you turned your face to answer it, Billie leaned slightly; without warning, without hesitation, she glued her mouth to your neck and began to kiss slowly, sliding her lips with clear intention, until she sucked firmly, the heat of your skin contrasting with the cold temperature of the car's air conditioning. The first sucker happened there silent, wet, but almost subtle, muffled by the position of her body and by the constant buzz of the moving car.

Ju, totally oblivious to the scene, just turned on the blinker to turn the corner.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh or release any sound that denounced what was happening, while Billie walked away with that satisfied look of someone who knew exactly what she had done.

But Billie, being Billie, was not satisfied with just one.

I think it got a little crooked here... She whispered, with that mean and sweet tone that only she could balance let me fix it.

And then came the second one. More daring. Longer.

The noise was inevitable, the wet pop, the classic unmistakable sound of a well-doned sucker, burst in the silence of the car like a small explosion of scandal.

Ju couldn't ignore it.