It was mid-afternoon when we started kissing in front of the kitchen door. Our kisses got longer and longer. “Hey,” I looked into her eyes, “let’s fuck.” She looked into my eyes: “Let’s.” I went upstairs, took my clothes off, closed the bedroom shutters, and lit all the candles around our bed. Having taken her clothes off, she joined me in the bedroom, and closed the door behind her. And then we celebrated our love every which way. A day later, I am still proud of us. No-bullshit love, ours.