R as for Room

Christmas was gone... New Year's Eve came and gone too... for Candy celebrating away from Terry. In a big meaningless party, hosted by the great aunt Elroy, for which she was unable to refuse and not to go. But the memory from the Christmas kiss under the mistletoe... didn't gone at all!

It had haunted her dreams and her thoughts. Even if she was trying to take it out of her mind, even if she had attempted it many times, even if just to put it aside and continue her days calmly, it was simply impossible!

She was sleeping with that memory, she was waking up too. When she was eating, a flash was coming in her mind and her stomach's denying to receive anything. When she was studying, each word was a hint and her head was unable to digest anything. Even the simplest move or habit caused her giddiness... and then with the eyes of her mind, Candy was reliving over and over again those moments under the mistletoe... She's listening to his voice counting... she's feeling his lips tenderly touching her cheeks, her forehead... and the moment his mouth had seize her own... only the memory made Candy holding her breath.

As the thoughts and the memories were roaming inside her head, torturing her, she thought of confessing it to her friends. But… what if she shocked them?! She was so bold that allowed him to kiss her... and he hadn't kissed her once! How could she confess to them, that the very first kiss was given last year at the May festival?! Or the other one in Scotland... and then it was the library's... and then ... all those… tender, counted kisses under the mistletoe. To top it all, the last one…the one that had taken Candy's mind and that deep inside caused her to wish… for more?! No, no, no, she said to herself, she couldn't say anything about all these, either to the shy Annie or the timid Patty! Her bold behavior would probably disappoint them... even though she wasn't afraid of their opinion or even the possibility to scold her; Candy knew she couldn't just blur out of nowhere to them that Terry kissed her! That he had shown several times he's chasing her kisses... that herself also now… not only didn't reject his kisses, as she should have done like a proper young lady, but she remembered them with such a vivid memory that had imprinted like a seal on the her skull! Yes, she was right to all that, but if she did not speak to them... to whom else could she speak?! … To her cousins? Well, no Candy! She was saying to herself as she's brushing her hair. Even at the thought of it ... Stear, he would stay a pillar of salt and Archie... well Archie most likely, he would attempt to murder Terry! No, she didn't want even to imagine of her Terry to suffer anything! '' My Terry?! My?! Oh! My goodness, I'm losing my mind!'' She said to her image in the mirror; and then she knew what she had to do.

She let her brush on the nightstand, wore her coat over her uniform and quietly came out hers room balcony. When she realized, that the curfew hour had passed already and she might get caught, Candy was already standing outside Terry's room. To her great surprise, found his balcony door half open; the bedroom was in pitch dark. She thought that probably Terry's sleeping and that she was foolish coming at this hour, but then she noticed that the bed was empty. He was out or in his bathroom?! Embarrassed that she might find him at a very awkward moment, she decided to leave, before he will exit the bathroom and saw her.

However her stubbornness and curiosity were most powerful. Taking a few steps into the room, she whispered his name ... and then saw that the bathroom's door was open, but didn't have a light on. Terry definitely was missing. Wondering where the heck he was at this hour, Candy switched on the bathroom's light and walked in completely abstract.

The bathroom had obvious specimens that had been used by its tenant recently. The tiles had still moisture and with a second glance, Candy noticed steam on the large mirror. On the back of the bathtub, was hanging loose a big white towel. From the way that was hanging, the girl realized that it was still wet and then she saw her own cheeks be painted red, through the looking glass. Instinctively, hit with her two palms, her face and turned her attention to the sink of the bathroom. Terry's shaving things were scattered onto the white porcelain. A brush with a bone handle, his razor...the soap... and then Candy picked in her hands a small glass bottle. The cap opened with a short pop! The intoxicating scent of mint and lemon sprang up and filled the room and her nostrils, causing her a sigh. Startled by her very voice, the small fragrance bottle nearly slipped out her fingers and then very cautiously, she closed it, left it back in place and decided to leave the bathroom, while it was still early not to cause an accident!

But when she came out and reentered Terry's bedroom, she didn't understand how she found herself sitting at his office chair. She started gazing at his school stuff that was on, which wasn't much different from hers. Pen, ink pot, some blank pages, a closed math book and an open that must have been physics. Candy pouted her lips; she disliked both courses, but grinned slyly, because she thought that Terry actually paid attention at class and study! Regardless if he's denying it! Took the book of physics in her hands and noticed that underneath it the boy had left the harmonica, which she'd given him last year. Her heart pounded loudly and abstract she started flipping through the book. A few pages had notes with the calligraphic character of the boy. However in some, with a second look Candy noticed that he had written lyrics, but which were in French! She cursed that didn't know so far good French, to be able to read them and decided as of tomorrow to start studying the language more systematically! The minute though she was closing the book, fell from inside a folded white page. She picked it up from the floor, she unfold it and started reading... The handwriting was Terry's. Looked like a poem... The first lines were in French... but she recognized the word luminous... and she continued ... Your nakedness's here licking my childhood eyes ...an Oh! escaped her mouth surprised from the verse, and ignoring her face that became warmer again she went on ... but with disappointment once again because didn't understand the rest of the rows except the last ... My flesh's pleasures are glimmers became all at once braids ... and as an epilogue - signature a series below he wrote in English ... to my own ray of sunshine and nymph of the moon, forever hers. T.G

Holding the page still in her hands, Candy was found herself abstract sitting on Terry's bed. Thoughts started making circles inside her brain about the poem's meaning. Why Terry he had written that kind of poem?! Who was the poet, he or someone else?! But above all for whom… was the dedication?! The girl wondered for a moment whether he had dedicated to his mother... but kicked that idea immediately from her mind. The poem, even though, she didn't understand it entirely, had so erotic tinge that there was no question it wasn't from a child to a parent! Erotic...?! Terry intended to give this poem to some girl?! Oh! Oh my god! Candy said aloud and fell with her face onto the pillow of the bed. The unexpected sensation of the cotton fabric had the effect of cooling her warm cheeks; but after some moments an aroma flooded her smell that swept aside every other thought. She left the white page and with her hands caught the fluffy pillow. She took a deep breath closing her eyes and suddenly was found hugging the pillow so tightly, as if embracing the very owner. She saw with the eyes of her mind passing her fingers through his chestnut hair... with her lips touching his cheeks... placing her face in the hollow of his neck and getting drunk from his unique aroma ... She left a sigh which not even noticed... her face was on fire, but she neither noticed that ... Candy had been so much drunk from her daydream of which now there was nothing but her ... and Terry hugging. With closed eyes, she's taking one deep breath after another ... muttering his name in whispers ... Terry ... Terry ... Terry ... the boy's lips were formed in her head and the memory of his taste, made the girl escape a low ah !... only then noticed that there was something wrong with her body! It wasn't only her cheeks warm, but her whole body... had a fever! What a weird fever! It didn't make her feel bad! On the contrary, she felt the opposite. She felt the heat of her fever, starting from her abdomen... her stomach... and spreading all over her body! Intoxicated from the fever, she had forgotten that she was in Terry's room! In his bed ... hugging his pillow ... and then suddenly she jumped up startled! She realized that all this hour she tightened so much her legs that had become numb! And ... oh! Must have sweated so much from the fever... because there was something wrong with her undergarments! She slapped her own cheeks with her palms to come to her senses.

More puzzled with herself, despite ashamed, with feline moves Candy left Terry's room in just a few moments. While changing clothes in her room, only then, passed through her brain the thinking that... not only she was crazy in love with him!... but the fever... was nothing else than... desire... ! And then she felt so much embarrassed that she forgot the poem and everything else she wanted to tell him tonight and... she really didn't know how on earth she'd be facing him again!...

But most of all, Candy didn't know that Terry returned in his room five minutes later she was gone. By nature observant, needed no much time to understand that his room had an invited visitor! Pissed off, he saw that the French poem he had hidden in his physics' book was lying abandoned beside his wrinkled pillow. The intruder not only had the nerve to read it, but read it lying on his bed?! Who dared?! Furious he took the pillow in his hands and was about to throw it into a corner, eventually the last minute he didn't. Instead he brought it close to his face and then opening wide his eyes, the boy said very low ... '' ...Candy... what ... were you looking for ... ''... While holding still the pillow in his hands, he opened the second drawer of his desk. His eyes spotted the book with the dark green cover and saw that it was intact. He left a sigh of relief and lay down on his bed hugging the same pillow that a little while ago had caused the weird fever to Candy.

The difference was that the boy was aware for some time what it was precisely that fever... and the thought of Candy, lying on his bed... drove once again Terry in the shower, murmuring, '' ... I will die ... this girl ... would be the death of me for sure! ''

To be continued…;)

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The verse is from a poem by Paul Eluard