Johanna had one of those soft voices, with a very feminine and cheerful tone, that sounded pleasant to the ear. At least, it sounded very pleasant to my ear. Through the phone, even without meaning to, it sounded very sensual. Those small details began to gain importance with time, becoming more and more indispensable for me. Like the different shades of gray in her eyes, or the way her scent subtly changed in harmony with her thoughts.
I stayed looking at the cake with my mouth full of saliva. It was a lot of chocolate.
“Did you make this for me?” I asked, impressed.
“I made it for myself, but you are invited to have a slice.”
“Suddenly, my liver would like to file a formal complaint,” I snorted, growling.
Johanna turned pale, all the proud expression on her face faded.
“Are you all
