I had already finished packing my things and was giving the room one last sweep when I realized something. I was supposed to stay here for three more days. Nope. Thst was not happening. I was not going to stay another three days in this hell hole.
Not when I have a feeling that those assholes would most likely try something to get what they want.
I should be safe though, since I still have the restraining order that keeps all of them away, still I need to be careful, who knows what they might try to get what they want.
"¿Podría alguno de ustedes hacerme un favor? Llame al aeropuerto y reserve sus boletos para irse a casa por hoy. Necesito salir de este lugar tóxico ." I said, without looking up as I failed to zip up the luggage bag. (Could one of you do me a favor? Call the airport and reserve your tickets to go home for today. I need to get out of this toxic place.)
"Por supuesto." Gio said, as he stood up and walked out of the room to make the call, "Regreso en un minuto." (Of course. I'll be back in a moment.)
I nodded, before scanning the room once more, before Cris placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
"Muy bien, hemos estado ignorando lo que pasó hace dos semanas. ¿Vamos a hablar alguna vez de lo que pasó entre nosotros o siempre habrá tensión entre nosotros?" He asked me, as I closed the distance between us, and he wrapped his arms around me. (Alright, we've been ignoring what happened two weeks ago. Are we going to ever talk about what happened between us or is there always going to be tension between us?)
How did he always manage to soothe me? These past two weeks, we've hardly seen each other due to our busy schedules, yet, whenever we did see each other, it was like a salve to a burn. He always managed to calm me. Makes me feel like I didn't have a care in the world.
"No claro que no. ¿Te arrepientes de lo que pasó?" I asked quietly, as my face began to heat up, as I tried to hide it in his chest.. (No, of course not. Do you regret what happened?)
I took a deep breath as I tried to calm down again, only to realize he was wearing the same cologne he wore that night, and it was now lingering in the air and clouding all my senses.
"Dulzura, ¿por qué iba a arrepentirme de una de las mejores noches de mi vida?" He asked, placing a finger under my chin and lifting my head to look at him. (Sweetness, why would I regret one of the best nights of my life? )
"Bueno, porque solo nos conocimos hace un mes, y luego está el hecho de que todos pensarán que soy una puta de nuevo. Tampoco quiero que pienses que estoy tratando de arruinar tu carrera o tu vida. Tampoco quiero tener que volver a irme de Madrid con mis hijos si pasara algo malo—" I ranted, but was cut off as he placed a hand over my mouth, with a small smile pulling at his lips. (Well, because we only met a month ago, and then there is the fact that everyone will think I am a whore again. I also don't want you to think that I am trying to ruin your career or life. I also don't want to have to leave Madrid again with my kids if something bad were to happen—)
"Oye, mira, no tienes que preocuparte por lo que otras personas piensen de ti. Porque siempre se equivocarán. Ahora, lo que pasó entre tú y yo, es donde permanecerá, entre tú y yo. No tienes que preocuparte de que diga nada porque no lo haré. Sin embargo, si desea continuar con lo que sea que esté pasando entre nosotros, quiero que me lo diga. Sé honesto conmigo. Yo entenderé." He said, giving me a soft smile, before staring into my eyes. (Hey, look, you don't have to worry about what other people think about you. Because they are always going to be wrong. Now, what happened between me and you, is where it'll remain, between me and you. You don't have to worry about me saying anything because I won't. If you wish to continue whatever this is that is going on between us though, I want you to tell me. Be honest with me. I will understand.)
I sighed, flicking my eyes down to my feet, as I tried to form a response. "Si elegimos perseguir lo que sea que haya entre nosotros, ¿podemos mantener esto entre nosotros hasta que toda esta situación termine y termine?" I asked him, biting my lip. (If we choose to pursue whatever this is between us, can we keep this between us until all of this situation is over and done with?)
I stared up at him, watching as the corners of his lips began to twitch.
"Escucha, dulzura, si eso es lo que quieres hacer, lo haremos. Siempre que pueda disfrutar de tu compañía. Entonces me importaría menos si nadie lo sabe. Lo único que pido es que se lo digamos a nuestros hijos. Necesitan saber sobre nosotros y nosotros necesitamos saber si les parece bien que estemos juntos." He replied, as he freed my lip from between my teeth with his thumb. (Listen, sweetness, if that is what you want to do, then we will do it. As long as I get to enjoy your company. Then I could care less if nobody knows. The only thing I ask is that we tell our kids. They need to know about us, and we need to know if they are alright with us being together.)
I nodded in response, as the door to the room suddenly opened.
"Esta es la segunda vez que los encuentro a ustedes dos en esta posición. ¿Hay algo que les gustaría compartir con ustedes dos?" Gio inquired, with a raised brow. (This is the second time that I have found you two in this position. Is there something you two would like to share?)
Cris and I exchanged a look before turning to look at Gio, amused. "No." I replied as Cris let go of me and I stepped away from his warm embrace.
"Bueno ... el vuelo es en dos horas. ¿Estás lista para volver a casa?" Gio asked, raising a brow at me. (Well ... the flight is in two hours. Are you ready to go home?)
I nodded in response, before turning to pick up the small bag off the bed.
Two Hours and Fifteen minutes later :
Gio and Cris dropped me off at my parents old house before they headed to their respective homes.
The kids and my mother were already asleep so I decided to lay in the guest bedroom, and try to get some rest for the next day.
That night I dreamed of a hopeful tomorrow, sleeping better than I had in years.