I'm here, love me! (3)

We were walking and talking and suddenly you held my hand. I liked it, it feel good and right and perfect. I felt safe. We held hands most of the way because then you let it go to put your arm around my hip. I didn’t complain; I liked being so close to you and it felt good since I was freezing. Using the cold as an excuse, I got even closer to you and I noticed that soft and naughty smile you made. Finally we got to your place, as soon we got there you turned on the fireplace and I was able to feel my toes again. I didn’t see you coming, being busy warming up my hands, but there you were, right next to me, with two cups of warm cocoa. It burned my tongue but it felt wonderful. You laughed because of my satisfied sigh and then you said I had a chocolate mustache, which was fine by me because you kissed me. ( I believe the excuse was “You’re too beautiful to have a mustache”. Ah, you always were such an adorable liar.) Once you kissed me I couldn’t let go of you… As we took our clothes off our feet lead us to your room, leaving a trail just like a trail of breadcrumbs. You were driving me crazy as you took your time feeling, kissing, licking… A good crazy though, as my moans must have told you. Then it was my turn to push you into your bed and make you beg for more, to tease you like you teased me. You loved me slowly, the way you like it, the way I liked it too because it was you who made love to me. When we finished everything was quiet, and I could hear the rain outside…

“Alex! Alex!” - And just like that my little bubble of happiness burst and I had to face reality: I was not lying with you in your bed; instead, I was on a bus on my way home and Danielle was trying to get my attention because the next stop was mine. – “You where thinking about Richard, weren’t you?”

“No. I’m not supposed to be thinking about him, am I? So no, I wasn’t.” – I lied. I hated lying to her, but I knew she’d start asking the same old questions and I wanted to pretend a bit more we were still together. – “I’m just tired, I’m sorry…”

“That’s okay sweetie… See ya tomorrow” – I could tell she knew I was lying and that it hurt her feelings but she knows me well enough not to push it.

I got out of the bus and walked home. While I was walking it started to rain, so the rain drops washed way my tears…