Everything goes back to normal, well not so normal, I keep hearing chuckles every time I go to a place. I still remember Bella's words, — What won't happen again, because next time you'll be on your feet in the street, we're clear. Those words didn't come out of my mind, but that wasn't the question. Someone had put something in that cafe, I could have sworn, but who I was, no one, and no one would have believed me. So I left it that way, I'm not going to torment myself, looking for culprits. No one forced me into the ladies' room.
It's time to go, I take my laptop and go to the elevator, when I thought my day was going to get better. Bella appears, we both look at each other. We entered the elevator silently, she didn't say a word during the journey. When we arrived at the parking lot, each left for their respective car.
I take my time to get started, I see her leaving the parking lot at full speed. I make a nod of disapproval, but what we are going to do she is like that. When I arrive at the parking lot of the building where I live, I park in the same place as always, I get off on my way to the elevator and to my surprise she is waiting there in the entrance, —Fuck! It took me a while not to run into her and she makes my plans go bad, —I said to myself.
When I am only a few centimeters away from her, she shouts at me, —What took you so long?
— What, —I say surprised.
— I asked you what, what took you so long, — she says in an angry voice.
—I listened to you, what I don't understand, you were waiting for me? — I said passing by her side while she surprises me with a smile.
—No, I was waiting for Mickey Mouse, of course piece of imbecile who was waiting for you.
—Sarcasm doesn't go with you, miss, and I may know why you were waiting for me, —question.
Now she's silent, she wants to say something but she can't, and since I'm not there for her tantrum, I'm too tired from the day I had today, to add this too.
—Well, since you have nothing to say to me, I retire, — I say as I walk past her and touch the elevator button.
—Thank you, —she says quietly, —I could hardly hear her.
—I'm sorry, you said something, —I turn around and she stares at my green eyes. I see her are having a hard time saying those simple words like ¨thank you¨ and ¨forgiveness¨. I see how she closes the fists of her hands and her eyes,
—I said, thank you for this morning.
—Oh, it's nothing, it's the least I could do, — I said so I wouldn't keep torturing her. She has made an enormous effort to try to thank me.
—You come,
—Sorry, —he says with a surprised face.
—Don't think wrong, I told you that if you plan to enter the elevator, —I say pointing towards the device.
—I didn't think badly, —she said, quickly entering the elevator.
We both remain silent, even when the elevator doors open. She goes out, but looks at me sideways, I don't know what to do, I don't think she just waited for me just to thank me, but as she is stubborn she didn't want to give up her arm to twist.
—You want to have a glass of wine, in my house, —I loose and she stops in dry, she turns towards me. I'm still inside the elevator waiting for an answer.
She looks at me from the top down, she doesn't seem to believe me. I feel it tense and loose, — Are you afraid?
— Ja, fear of what, of you, don't be ridiculous —buffa laughing out loud.
—Then, you accept my offer, —the challenge.
—Done, —answer.
We are in front of my door, I insert the key, I open the door and I move away to let it in first. I look at it when I see that it doesn't move,
—You're regretting it, —I ask him.
—No, —answer in a trembling voice.
—Then, what's the matter?
—I don't want anyone to see me come in here, —she says, rushing in.
—Didn't I know that you cared what the others thought of you? —I let go at the same time as I close the door and lean on it.
—And I don't care what others think or say about me, —he turns and looks at me with defiant eyes.
—Then why did you look from one side to the other, — I ask as I walked to the shelf and pulled out two glasses.
—That doesn't matter to you, or is there a rule that I can't do it, — she says indignantly.
—All right, don't get mad, I was just asking, —I answer.
I fill the two glasses with Carménère wine, it's one of the wines I like the most. She sits on the sofa, I look at her as she observes everything. I don't understand why she makes me smile when I see her as if she were a girl explorer.
—Here, — I say, —taking her out of her infatuation.
—Umm, thank you, — she says, —and when she has the glass we don't realize it and the wine falls on her.
—Damn it, look what you've done, —she shouts.
—Hey, it wasn't on purpose, if I wasn't fascinated by my apartment, this wouldn't have happened, — I shout too.
We both looked at each other with a furrowed eyebrow, neither of us wants to give up his arm to twist. She prefers to stay that way before lowering her guard. —How can she think I did it on purpose, —I say to myself?
—I'm sorry, okay, — I loosen the tone of my voice, - Look, I can lend you something from my sister if she wants,
—I say while I watch her loosen the rabbit.
—You have a sister, —she says curiously,
—Yes my sister Alice, but I call her Ali, and she's two years younger than me, but she's your body type, —I inform her and she rolls her eyes.
—You don't want to, —I ask.
—It's not that, —she says in a trembling voice.
—Then, —I say waiting for an answer.
—The problem is that I marvel at how well you know my body, that you know what size I use, —she's all flushed.
I cough, and I take my hand towards my hair, as a nervous gesture,
—I'm sorry if I offended you, but my sister has the same body as yours, —I say with a nervous voice and swallowing saliva to clear my throat, —Damn, I'm nervous, it happens to me, I've never been like this, —I say to myself.
—Ok, but I choose the clothes, okay,
—Ok, —I agree with her and I look down at her breasts, her bra is beginning to show, the coffee has spread all over her chest. I am fascinated and I get lost in them.
— Where is the room, — she asks.
—Hey, which room?
—Mickey Mouse's, —Let her go, causing me to get out of my fantasy,
—I'm sorry,
—What's your sister's idiot going to do, —he shouts as he crosses his hands on his wet chest.
—Ah, walk down that corridor and to the left is her room, —he said.
I can see how it is disappearing in a hurry, as I go to the cleaning room I pick up the scrubber and clean the floor. While she is in my sister Ali's room I play music. I take the IPod and place it on top of the kitchen counter, start looking for the music. I feel his voice and without noticing it I press the play button. I gawk when Perfect's first notes resonate in my ear,
I found a love for me
Darling just dive right in
And follow my lead
Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time.
—Why of all Ali's t-shirts, did I just have to take that one, —I say to myself as the music continued to play.
—Wow, Ed Sheeran, I love it, she's my favorite artist, — she shouts all excited.
—And I love you, —I whisper quietly, —Fucking, she's perfect, —I say to myself. I have definitely fallen in love with this woman,
—What did you say, Edward? I was so excited that I couldn't hear you, — she asks as I try to control what's going on between my crotches.
—I said it looks good on you, that shirt, — I say, and she smiles.
—You think I loved it, I see your sister has good taste, — she says as she looks at her shirt.
—Yes, that's one of her favorites, —I say very quietly while inside me there's a burning fire and I don't know how to put it out. —And more because of that phrase, which she has, is from one of her favorite writers, — point to the phrase: — ˝ When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew˝,
—I also love William Shakespeare, that's why I took it, it doesn't bother you, does it, — she says.
—To annoy me, which is going, I rather love it, and more my cock, which wants to come out detached, —I comment inside me. —Of course not, — I reply, and she smiles, making my heart pound on the brink of a heart attack.
—Well, where can I put it, I have to remove the stain before it gets impregnated. I love this dress, —she says.
—Calm down, I'll do it, —I say walked towards her
—You just tell me where to put it, — she says as we fight to see who was wearing the dress to wash.
And in one move we both fall on the ground she under me. Our glances cross, and my heart explodes. I have my hands on her chest and feel like heart is also going at a thousand an hour. We stay like this for a while, no one makes any movement, and at that precise at that moment I feel like my dick revives
