Used book – De l'autre côté de l'été, Audrey Diwan

Physically, I didn't approach him. In the evening, as a ritual, I would lie down next to him, waiting for him to plunge into that country that wasn't mine. I had grown fond of his sleep; I liked listening to his breath breaking like a wave against the walls of my room. I liked waiting, lying beside him, for his mind to escape me and for him to become harmless and weak. The portrait of a woman unlike any other who, on the cusp of sixty, decides to buy herself a young man for a year.