Carina POV
"I'm sitting here in a boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afterno.."
I don't know how, without even opening my eyes, I can press with my finger the stop button of the alarm on my phone. I just throw the blankets over my shoulders again. The sheets are so soft, and the scent they have... your scent. I could stay like this, huddled sniffing them for hours. But maybe there's a better way to feel it: directly on your skin. I turn around, looking for the warmth of my super sexy girlfriend's body, with my eyes still closed, but when my arm finds the void, I decide to open them.
The light in this room almost blinds me, so I decide to close them again. I shyly raise my left eye, almost as if I wanted to spy on the situation before sending my brain the input for his right twin to make an effort and do the same. It's always hard for me to wake up: I know getting out of bed is a task that can take time for me, so I've become one of those people who set more than one alarm clock... and then forget to turn off some of them the night before a day off. My body begins to realize that another day has already begun, and I feel that the house is completely quiet.
I really wanted to wake up with you: morning sex is perhaps the only thing my body can agree to do before drinking coffee. I pick up the phone to see if you texted me where you are, but nothing. If you'd been called for an emergency at work, I'm sure you'd have written me something, so I guess you went for a run. You haven't been doing that for a while. It's my fault, and I understand you need a moment of your own, especially considering the big step forward of our coexistence... it must have been hard watching me take your spaces within these walls and turn them into our spaces. But I'm happy that you asked me to take this step, I really think so and I'm sure it makes you happy too.
Sometimes I think this path is a bit like shock therapy for us. We haven't really dealt with what happened between us, the fight with your father... your betrayal with Jack. That's the one thing that still makes me sick at the thought of it. Oh, and it's not because you had sex with another person (a man to boot), as the way you naturally and cruelly used it to hurt me.
But I would be lying if I didn't say that the exact moment you came back to me to apologize, in my heart I was already forgiving you. I wanted you, I wanted to be with you... hell, I want to be with you! And the way you told me you loved me, I could never close the door to my heart. I'm holding your pillow, hoping to somehow feel your hug. The eyes seem to have got heavy again. And I fall asleep again... breathing in your perfume.
Your total lack of sweetness in closing the door awakens me startled. I wish my body was more responsive so I wouldn't be lying in bed like a lazybones. I'm looking at the clock on your side of the bed, and well, at this time it's still acceptable that I didn't get up. After all, it's my day off!
"Maya?" I'm calling you, with no intention of leaving my cozy haven.
"Hey, good morning."
You just sit there, answering me, your hand resting on the doorpost of the bedroom. You just went for a run, and that slight layer of sweat on your forehead, on your arms, is knocking my hormones out of the cots. You look at me and I smile at you, provoking the same reaction in you.
"What's up?" you ask me laughing.
"Oh, nothing."
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower, I definitely need one since I've also extended my usual way today," you say as you approach the dresser to get change.
So, with a feline jerk, I come closer and pull you by the vest, dropping you on the bed next to me. "Oh Carina, I'm all sweaty, I suck"
I lean over you and I look at you hard before answering: "You're beautiful!"
"And you're no less, sweet sleepyhead," you whisper to me before you kiss me, drawing me slightly to you.
"I promise to be quick... so don't you move from here!" you tell me before you get up and go to the bathroom. I'd like to follow your orders, but I know there's one thing that might make you just as happy. Oh, other than following you into the shower.
Maya POV
Although my shower wasn't particularly long, I still managed to make the mirror above the washbasin almost completely mist up. I give it a wipe with the towel and, seeing my reflection on it, I notice something different. It's as if my facial muscles are suffering natural contractions that have never happened before. I'm spontaneously smiling for no apparent reason. And I was never one of those people that people remember with a smile on their face, but rather with a serious or focused expression... or pissed off sometimes (quite often in reality). But I just feel like all I need is to know you're in the other room to make me happy.
I make myself presentable, and I finally get out of the bathroom. When I open the door, I smell coffee. And the coffee you make is simply from another planet. You made me understand that the mocha is destined to be something I can't live without anymore. I see you there in the kitchen, waiting to hear that grumble that says it's finally ready, and I come to you. I put my hands beside yours on the counter, on the opposite sides of the stove, and I bring my body closer to your back, before resting my lips on your shoulder, uncovered by the t-shirt you wear. Coffee starts to boil, as probably my blood because of feeling you so close, touching you. I only swerve when you move to take it off the fire and pour it.
"Il suo caffè, capitano", you say, passing me the cup. As I drink it, I keep staring at those nutty eyes of yours. And I can't help but think I'd spend every day getting lost in your eyes.
