'It's beautiful Sy…'

'Told you'

I finally managed to drag him off to Gaudi park. Although it's dry and not to cold, it isn't exactly beach weather today. That, and my promise of escorting him to one of the clubs tonight, managed to persuade him.

I should have known that he would love it here. It's magnificent and so colourful. He kept dragging me along to another 'discovery'. 'Look at this, isn't cute?', 'Have you seen that Sy?', 'Come, see what I've found!'. And after examining every nook and cranny of this place, we've settled ourselves on the serpentine bench. When we sat down, Christian threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I am to happy and to comfortable to object.

My phone is vibrating in my pocket. I reach for it, and check who is calling me. Mum. I reject the call, and turn off my phone. Even though I didn't answer it, it still feels like she's suddenly here. It seems colder now, and I can't repress a shiver running through me. Then I feel his arm squeeze me tight. Without saying a word, he lets me know he understands. That he is there for me. That I can lean on him. Count on him. I relax into the shelter of his embrace. Relishing in the feeling of his body pressed against mine. The heat radiating from him, warming me up, making me feel all nice and comfy again.

xxx

'Why did I agree to this?'

I stare at myself in the mirror.

'Because you love me and want to make me happy?'

Christian's face appears in the mirror, looking over my shoulder. Grinning from ear to ear.

'O yeah, that…'

I examine the image staring back at me. White T-shirt, very tight. Jeans, very tight. New shoes, also very tight.

'Come on gorgeous, time to go!'

I can't believe I let him buy me this outfit. I feel like a right prat. Mumbling my dissatisfaction, I let him push me out the door.

'Hmmmm… nice arse!'

I slap away his fondling hands and fix him with a murderous stare.

'Do that again and I'm staying home'.

The only response I get is his thunderous laugh.

xxx

I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. It seems like everything around me is making it hard to breathe. The loud music, the large amount of skimpily clad men, the humid, hot air I'm breathing in, the tightness of the clothes I'm wearing. But all that is nothing compared to the intense stare he's giving me.

'What?'

'How about a dance handsome?'

He gives me a wicked grin and makes a grab for my hand.

'I think I'll need a drink to cool me down a bit first. Will you get me a bottle of water please?'

My eyes follow him walking up to the crowded bar. As always, he manages to grab the barman's attention in no time. Not surprising really, he looks absolutely stunning tonight. If those arms, bulging out of that tight vest don't draw your eyes to him, the cheeky grin that hasn't left his face yet surely will. I let my eyes wander over the rest of his perfect body.

I'm startled as I feel a hand touching my arm. I look up and see the owner of the hand smiling at me. He's good looking, tall, tanned, nice hair. But nothing compared to my Christian. I'm about to make some polite excuse and send him on his way, when I catch the look. Christian has fixed his eyes on my companion and is staring daggers into the back of his head. I feel my blood heat up, my face flush, and an exciting tangle rush through my body. I like this. I've never seen that look on his face before. Feeling rather wicked, I reach out my hand to the man in front of me and introduce myself.

'Hi, I'm Syed. And you are….'

'Steve. Nice to meet you. So, I…'

'And I'm Christian. His boyfriend. Now run along you!'

Steve takes one look at Christian, towering over him, glowering at him, mumbles something and rushes off.

'Who was that?'

'Steve. That was Steve. He seemed nice', I say innocently.

Christian narrows his eyes at me, but I keep the innocent look firmly in place, grinding my teeth to keep from laughing.

'So where's my water then?'

'Sorry, I… I'll get it for you now'.

'Thank you!' I call after him, and give him a sweet smile.

Now that I've seen that look, I can't help but want more. I cautiously do a little scan of the crowd. I notice quite a few of the punters are well… checking me out. Suddenly my tight clothes don't seem like such a bad thing anymore. I do a little stretch, feeling the cloth cling to my body, my shirt creeping up slightly to uncover a small amount of skin. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see at least three men start to make their way towards me. Wow. I'm pretty good at this! Before any of them reach me though, Christian is by my side. As I knew he would be.

'Here you go'.

He presses the cold bottle of water in my hand.

'Thanks!'

He is looking at me rather suspiciously now. I don't think my innocent look is fooling him any more. Oops…

I raise the bottle of water to my lips, and drink half of it in large gulps.

'So are you enjoying yourself then?'

'Well yes I am actually!'

I think that might have come out a little to enthusiastically. Oh well. I decide to let go of pretences and allow myself the satisfied smirk I've been suppressing.

'You cheeky git!'

I'm laughing out loud now.

'That look on your face… Priceless… The way those guys back off the minute they clock their eyes on you…'

I'm laughing so hard now, that tears are running down my cheeks. At first he looks a little miffed, but in no time at all, he's laughing with me.

'Come on you, you've promised me a dance!'

And before I know it, he is dragging me onto the dance floor.