Her face appeared on one side of the curtain, at first frightened, but then became angry:
- Castle! - Said half whispering - First, my name is Beverly. And second, can you tell what the hell are you doing here?! I'm taking a shower!
- Quiet - I smiled – like if I had not seen you before almost naked ... - She looked at me blankly - A bomb, a murderer freak obsessed with Nikki Heat, I saved your life... - I saw that she already remember - Well, I came to tell you that Esposito had called, they are watching us with cameras and microphones, the only "safe" places are the bathrooms. I'm already going out; relax, although maybe strange them that I do not stay here for shower with yo...
Beckett threw me a towel to my face:
- Okay, okay, I'll resist the temptation. Anyway, if someday you're interested ... My safe word is: apples.
And I left the bathroom, winking an eye. I watched TV for a while, Beckett left the bathroom, she undid her suitcase and she went to the bathroom, I supposed to dress. Sexy. I remembered what Gates had said and wondered if I could resist, she was already sexy by herself! I dressed, and just as I was thinking, with two ties on each hand, which one chose, she left the bathroom. She was super sexy. With a black, adjusted dress, as short as I never saw her. Her hair, long and curly; still somewhat damp, fell around her face, tousled. She was wearing makeup very soft. She put on heels and she turned to me:
- How am I? – She asked, walking around.
- Eh, hmm ... - I could not speak. I was with the ties in my hands, my mouth open and dumbfounded face (I guess) because she laughed. She approached at me, and looking at the ties, she chose one and put me. We rarely had been so together. She finished the knot and, rubbing our noses, she whispered me:
- Come on, we're going to be late.
We went out to dinner that night and all the following. Every morning or evening, Ryan or Esposito called us, they told us the news of the case, corrected us in some respects and told us the plans for that day. We pretended, we shook hands, we hugged, and we kissed. But I had a hard time. All this was a representation of everything I wanted to do with Beckett, but without feeling. The kisses were cold; maybe people will believe them but not me. The nights were the same. It is assumed that all normal couples had sex. We (rather Beckett), during the first five nights, found excuses not to do it: the first night that if Beverly was tired from the trip. Another that if she had a headache, although this may be true, all afternoon at a benefit gale hearing chattering old ladies, until I had it! Another that if I kept playing poker, she went to the suit, saying she was tired because it was late (2:30 am), and I said jokingly, "I'm going now darling, try not to sleep ..." and I winked . The other, after a particularly horrible afternoon for me (Beckett and I had been all afternoon at a party demonstrating our endless love) I was at the bar with too many drinks, and went to the suit slightly drunk. Beckett was a little angry, but I thought I saw in her eyes that she understood me, that it hurt her too fake, but maybe it was the effect of alcohol. That night she was gorgeous, more than usual, also the alcohol that I had inside, which made everything shine. I lay on the bed beside her and stared at her:
- What is it, Benny? - She wonder, really worried.
- No ... Not know if ever I told you but your eyes ... You have beautiful green eyes, bright, able to convey all that your head will not or cannot say. Sometimes it seems to me ... - I stopped a while, I frowned, trying to think.
-It seems what? - She asked, looking puzzled.
I shook my head; I could not remember what I meant:
- And, so that you have to dress sexy? Bullshit - I said waving my hand, I looked at her and I saw that she was warning me her eyes - You do not need to dress sexy because you're ... you're gorgeous, but not only on the outside, Be ... Be ... - I saw that she feared that maybe I would say her real name - Bev. Also inside though you built that wall. Want to know what I thought of that wall? - Beckett nodded - Sometimes we put up walls. Not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down. I have made cracks and you know it, I could look inside and, even now, after all this time working with you, I'm still amazed of the depth of your strength and your heart... And your hotness!
Beckett smiled me and looked at me with love and something more, but alcohol did not let me see what it was. I continued, with pasty tongue:
- I always wanted to tell you ... And I had the opportunity but I was afraid, you know? I think now is a good time, maybe not the most appropriate but we may not have other, you know what I mean? Nobody has tomorrow guaranteed. So I always wanted to say you... - I paused, and watched her as by the edges of my vision went the black fog of unconsciousness.
The next day, we canceled everything we had on the agenda because I was not able to do it. I had a dim memory of what I had said to Beckett but I did not touch the subject, and either she. Beckett stayed with me all day, lying next to me, sometimes embracing, sometimes with her head on my chest, or I held her from behind. Watching TV, sleeping, reading, talking or eating, in that way we spent all day. There, in the relative privacy of our suit, where we did not have to pretend much, I first felt that when I hugged Beckett, she put her head on my chest and I made drawings on the back, she wasn't pretending. She did it because she wanted to. Everything was perfect until the next afternoon. There, things began to rush.