Chapter 7: The shower

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I couldn't take it anymore.

Her warmth, her breath, her soft touch…

I pounced on her.

I pulled Anna out of her dreams with a passionate kiss that, unexpectedly, was reciprocated. Love? Desire? It mattered little to me at the time. I just needed that it never ends.

We got rid of our pajamas without knowing how or when, we desperately devoured ourselves, we bathed in caresses and kisses, we groaned as if a seventy-seven-year-old woman didn't live with her twelve-year-old grandson upstairs, and we scrambled no control or brakes until climax. Then her eyes met mine and I had no doubt. That was love.

Crap, that was love.

A slap in the face made me open my eyes and I jumped up in the middle of a big gasp. My erection was perfectly perceptible from outside the bed. The morning light was already beginning to appear through the window and made shine the hair of Anna, who was sleeping with her back to me, with her pajamas perfectly placed and oblivious to everything.

"A dream…"

I rested my head on my hands and took a deep breath trying to find calm. I knew that sharing a bed wasn't a good idea. Maybe she was an adult, mature, and immune to the tension that the situation could generate, but I wasn't. Did I desire it so much? Or had I just dreamed of it because of the awkwardness I was feeling?

Anna rolled over to me and I panicked: 'What would she think of me if she saw me right now? She would probably laugh at me…' I couldn't let her see me as I was, so I got up and got into the shower to… calm my nerves.

When I came out of the bathroom, more serene and presentable, Anna was awake, still in bed, her gaze following me, her cheeks flushed, probably from the touch of the pillow.

"I thought that I would find you on the ground," she joked without taking her eyes off me.
"I didn't have time. I fell asleep right away."
"I told you. It was worth it, right?"
"I guess so…"

'Don't think, don't think, and above all, don't remember!'

"Can I take a shower too?"

'Do not imagine!'

"Sure, you don't even have to ask. Do you carry toiletries or do I take mine out for you?"
"Oh, I have mine, but thank you."
"Some toast with jam for breakfast?"
"That would be perfect."

With a smile, she jumped out of bed, rummaged in her suitcase even more, and went into the bathroom with her toiletry bag and her new change of clothes. It didn't take long to hear the noise from the shower and I had to put on my headphones with the music blasting to put my lost mind from that morning to sleep.

A long time later, she finally came into the room with a spectacular glint in her eyes, approached me slowly, tugged at my chest again, and sniffed my hair.

"So it's true…"
"Should I be understanding something?"
"Your shampoo smells better than mine…"
"Uh-huh… So…"
"Next time, can I borrow it?"

I was a little grieved to give up the fruity scent of her hair, but it was easy for me to lend her the shampoo and I had no good official reason for refusing.

"Sure, use it whenever you want. It is on the tall cabinet in the bathroom."
"Great! Thanks!"

She took a bite of what she still didn't know was my toast and skipped around saying intelligible things to Sven who was tilting his head over and over again like trying to decipher her as well.

What was wrong with that girl? Why couldn't I look away from her? Why was her smile so bright and why I was amused by each of her words? Why did I have to fall in love with someone who was going to leave my life?