My Bet Is You

by Manuela Ricci

  Parking in the parking lot in my name, I laugh as I read my letters engraved on the asphalt, will be the last time I will cross this place. I do not even announce, I do not give a shit, if when irrompo in his office is in the middle of a meeting.

  "What do you think of James Logan?" My father stands over her precious desk, with all its major clients and benefactors gathered at the table in front of him.

  "No, what the fuck are you gonna do? Do not give up football. Do not give up my life because you have decided that it is so! "

  The heart pump so hard in the chest, which I believe is about to explode out of my chest.

  "Excuse us for a moment," it is aimed at all those present, raising their gold plated asses from their seats.

  "You're giving off his head?" Yells as soon as the door closes behind us

  "I closed. I HAVE. CLOSED! "I scream in my face, I empty the pockets. "These are the keys to the car. These are the credit cards in your name, I do not want to have anything to do with you! "

  He threw everything against the lacquered wood, I feel the life of shit that he forced me to do so under the spotlight crumble, crumble into pieces. As if he had been living behind a glass wall, and now finally I could pass, looking at the real world that awaits me.

  "You can not be serious? Want to go hungry? "He laughs looking me up and down.

  "You can not do anything Logan, you're a loser!" Try to taunt me, as it always has, belittling my every step.

  "No, motherfucker, I'm a winner. My mother left me a trust fund in my name. "I enjoy his face becoming a waxy white, did not know anything either, until last night, I was in the Blaze room, I could not sleep. I started to check email, and I found that my mother's lawyer. When I reread those lines for the tenth time, I realized that I was not alone.

  She somehow we would always, even in his absence, he was saving me in silence.

  "No way!" This time I have to laugh, I go to the door, and before leaving for always these walls, I turn to him.

  "Congratulations for the wedding, I wish you to be happy now." I slam the door behind him and a sense of freedom vested in me, letting that feeling of oppression abandon me altogether. I find along the way, to walk along the crowded highway, for before I get lonely Logan.

  I'm not the son of the tycoon who holds half the town, it's just me. Spigot to the subway, and I see. The earphones ears, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her legs wrapped by a pair of leggings and a top to make it simply breathtaking.

  The skin, drenched in sweat, shines in the sunlight. Picchietto on his shoulder when they are close. Gasps putting a hand to his chest.

  "You gave me a shot 'protest, narrowing his eyes.

  "You too, dressed like that." I smile and let flow my eye on her, I walk it like you're grinding yards, until you reach the goal, his mouth, where I stop. We kissed, that's true, but it is as if nothing had happened yet, for how my body trembles with the desire to taste her blow against mine.

  "What are you doing here?" Her eyes are laid on my lips when I meet them.

  "I could ask you the same question," I say. Carrie looks at me differently, for a moment I see it as a slight tinge in her eyes come alive.

  "I needed to run." The sound of his voice makes me straighten your back, putting me right away in alarm.

  "Are you okay?" She rolls her eyes.

  "Are you going to ask me every day?" He asks amused, bending one leg, keeps his hands in tension, trying to loosen the muscles. "Maybe"

  Laying his hands on his hips defiantly.

  "I do not like your friends check me or ..." I know where he wants to end, as I know the answer that I do not care, I just want to protect her, so I draw attention to myself.

  "I sent him to fuck my father." He rolls his eyes in disbelief. "You see by chance my Escalade?"

  With a flourish of his hand, the monster is not there. It was his last gift for my promotion last semester.

  "Are you kidding? What happened? "His hand moves toward me automatically, your fingers touch my bicep, then retreating.

  "No. I kid you not, and if you want to know what happened, I remind you that you still owe me a dinner. "Right now I just want to be with her, to get lost in her voice, in her breaths and try to come in small steps in his life.

  "Only a dinner at my house," I insist, seeing that it is not yet able to say no.

  "You still have a home after you have sent to fuck your father?"

  He smiles, chasing his hands in his pockets and I victorious rocking on his heels.

  "That, I left her my grandfather, then, yes, I still have a house." Her lips are retracted into a thin line, inumidendole just the tip of the tongue, just only that gesture to hear a thud to the heart that loses another beat, since this girl began to occupy my field of vision.

  "Only a dinner 'sentences.

  I nod without another word, and I let go and will be set to run. "What are you doing?" Gus sticks his head in the mini-portable fridge that I am preparing. "Get your cocks!" He stepped back, raising his hands in surrender. "Is it true?" Blaze breaks into the kitchen with the face drawn. "Yes!", I just answer him, I had no doubt that my father would have played the Blaze contact paper to make me come to your senses by my decision.

  "You're saying goodbye to your future." Pesto your palms on the marble kitchen counter.

  "You really want to know what I was going to say goodbye?"

  I look straight in the face all three of my best friends, my real family, to which I have always kept hidden because my father was devious and calculating.

  "I was about to say goodbye to football. He never wanted me to play, and although several teams have focused on me for the NFL. I had to decline the offer because he forced me to do so. He had already decided my future, every moment of what would be my life. "

  Lex approaches, pressing his hand on my shoulder. "Why did not you say so?" He asks.

  I exhale all the air in my body, like I'm freeing of each ghost that has occupied my days so far.

  "Because I wanted you to think only about your future, regardless of my own."

  Blaze is silent, is assimilating the secret that I have kept the secret for all these years. Serra hands into fists, before you turn your back and disappearing down the stairs. "Fuck friend where are you going?" She recalls Gus.

  "Leave him alone, he's pissed and he's right. Maybe I should have told you. "The doorbell rings snatching by engaging them and reminding me of my dinner with Carrie.

  "Shit. Hold it. "Lex looks at me as if I had asked for the impossible.

  "You're talking about that today Carrie was about to take to kick up your ass because of you?"

  I give him a pat on the shoulder before disappearing out the back door leading to the beach. Just enough time to fix everything and they are already back. Carrie sat on the couch, blacks wearing of jeans, a shirt with red straps, hair is dissolved in soft waves. I take a few minutes to continue to observe it, he does not notice me busy watching the twins who are swallowing something in front of the big screen.

  "Hey." He turns, and it breaks my breath in my throat when I see the light makeup that surrounds his face framing it.

  "Hey," she replied embarrassed, just like I am, yes, because for me it is not just a dinner, and I hope it is not even the only one.

  "Come." I extend my hand to help her up, and with that excuse the plot to mine. I like the warmth of her skin that spreads against mine, I like how at this time combaciamo to perfection, as if nothing else existed.

  "Where are you taking me?"

  I smile, leading her down the path leading to the beach. A blanket is stretched out on the sand, small candles stuck into the ground are scattered around.

  "You said just a dinner" protests, although I read a surprise gleam in his eyes.

  "In fact, it's just a dinner on the beach." I sit down on the deck by pulling it down with me. It provides comfortable with legs crossed and hands resting in his lap, I extract from the mini-fridge inside the containers with our d
inner.

  "Where did you ordered?" I rummage in search of silverware. "I cooked myself." She looks surprised.

  "He taught me my mother," I add. A smile appears spontaneously out of that mouth pronounced.

  "So you tell me what happened between you and your father?" He sinks with a fork in the pasta with meat sauce.

  "My mother left me a trust fund in my name. Sure, it's not like the entire empire of Jhonson, but just for studies, for a treat, and take a house in one of the cities where I'll play. "His eyes fall on mine. "You will go away?"

  I had not thought about it until now, until now, that those words come out of his mouth almost shaking. "Carrie ..." He shakes his head, shrugging.

  "It was just a question, quiet."

  I take the container out of the hands, to work to his, her eyes follow that gesture that I myself find myself staring. "It was just a real question?" I ask.

  I hold my breath and wait for answer me. He looks up at me. "No it was not."

  The world stops, even the stars disappear before the light that only I can see it in her eyes, that can light up this whole night.

  16

  AT THE MERCY OF THE WAVES

  Logan

  I try to make sense of his words, the hands clasped to mine, his eyes penetrating mozzandomi in my breath, as if he were walking on tiptoe on my soul, that trembles in her straying. Despite the darkness that surrounds us, thanks to the flickering glow of candles, I can completely sink into his eyes. I'm holding on to his hidden world, that barrier that decides to raise, when things get complicated. "So, what do you tell Carrie?"

  He bites his lower lip, his teeth sinking into flesh, my eyes almost hypnotized, follow that gesture aroused in me a shock that I can not quite control, invade my body shaking from head to toe. It loosens the grip, his gaze turns toward the ocean, only the sound of the waves lull our words, that are dispersed in the air, as if they were looking for a place,

  a place in which to stop.

  "Have you ever thought that your life could be this?"

  Bend your legs portandosele in the chest with her arms to wrap them, her hair caressing her face, which hardens when ruling that question.

  "What do you mean?"

  Although actually I know what you mean. I did not think I would have lost my mother, I always imagined my side, while attending to my matches when I would graduate, when he greeted me, because my life would take a new road ahead. So, yes, I thought that my life could not be this, but I wait for her to speak.

  Time seems to have stood still, listening to her breathing, without looking away from her, which seems to look at those waves his past, as if he could re-emerge at any moment.

  "Things happen that changes. They do not make you be the person you once were, and you wonder if this is really your life. "

  I do not know what happened to her, what makes her so hard on herself, so insecure to others.

  "What are you afraid right now?"

  He turns to me, I let slip from my hand a trail of sand grains that gather on it.

  "I'm afraid of you." I hold my breath, fitting almost perfectly my eyes on his, scrutinize carefully

  his expression, I can not read anything but the words that are rolling over my body.

  The hand reaches out almost alone towards his cheek, his eyes half close when you feel the warmth of my skin against his. The rolls her thumb on his face, drawing small circles, an infinite that does not have a beginning and an end, that's what I try to impact on her. Also I am afraid, afraid of what I can do to prove to my body, but the same, attracts me like a magnet into the unknown.

  Carrie is this for me, it is a big question mark, which I want to know every answer. She is the girl that makes you not cross the border of his life, leaving you on the edge, but I have to get over that line, I have to be able to look deep into her soul and see what is consuming. "All we are afraid."

  I stand up, lift the flaps of the shirt, pulling it over his head. "What do you do?" He asks with his eyes almost feel that burn on me.

  I smile, I kick off her sneakers and let slip his pants down his legs.

  "Right now, you do not know what could be in such a black sea. Can not see the bottom, you can only see the surface, the water. But if you were to throw, perhaps, you would discover that in the end, and it's just nothing but water. "

  I walk toward the shore, the first wave breaks on my feet, it's cold, even if my body is hot at this very moment. One step after another monster that you can dive into the unknown, into what you do not know and leave it free.

  "Logan." I hear her call me, I dive against the big waves without looking at her, disappearing beneath them, I let lambiscano the body, that drag me with them. When He comes, he is standing with his arms crossed at his chest.

  "Come Carrie. Come to me, nothing will happen to you, I promise, "I say, passing his hand over dripping hair.

  I'm not talking about the sea right now, I'm talking about me, I'm asking you to trust.

  "I can not." I rub my hands against his face.

  "Yes, we can."

  We look around, but just you and her and a whole ocean to deal with.

  "I know you can do it," press him, hoping they will overtake me.

  "Why?" He asks, I hear the sound of his voice vibrated in the air.

  "Why you need it, I need it." I would yell at her that I need her, alone with her, I myself succeed could help pick up the pieces of my pain. We remain silent for a few seconds, until his hands gripping the edges of the mesh, touches the skin of her abdomen when dating.

  I swallow hard, my throat tightens almost choking, his body is exposed to my eyes lingering on her, as if I wanted to store in mind this very moment. It deprives jeans that are too slow glide down her firm thighs and tapered ... just perfect. It smoothes a strand of hair behind her ear,

  approaching the shore, his body little by little is enveloped by the water and, I reach it with a couple of strokes, up to see us face to face. Our eyes collide with each other and, in her I see the reflection of the moon that stands behind me.

  "You are beautiful", it is all I can say.

  "Stop it," protests, pursing his lips in the way that they send me out of my mind.

  "You're beautiful," I say again, all eyes are on the lips, the pool with the thumb. "You can not want me, you can not talk, but you can not stop me to tell you what I feel, why I go crazy idea can not do that."

  I lean toward her with a look that floats between his mouth and his eyes asking a silent permission that is not broken.

  The palm of the hand pinches his face and, before that everything can disappear, press my lips against hers. They are soft, velvety, know of raspberry, I move on them with little gestures, the caress, the infinity just the tip of the tongue, and heart crashed in a thud, when his hands clinging to my shoulders, legs wrap around my life, and I feel the pinch his body against mine.

  The sorreggo to the buttocks, round and perfect that fit completely to my hands. His mouth began to follow my rhythm with a sense of urgency and desperation that come together, relishing my lips, sucking, holding them in her, a strangled groan explodes in his throat.

  "Shit, Carrie" beg, before meeting his warm tongue that makes its way inside of me meeting my own.

  It is a chaotic kiss is something that stuns me and numbs me from all that surrounds us. A dark lust and yearning that unleashes a whirlwind of emotions that implode. We are both at the mercy of the waves of our lives, crashing, chase and overwhelm us, and we get lost in our breaths.

  I can not stop, fingers sink into his flesh, I feel startled in my mouth, that greedy continues to torture her, to want more. It is a hunger that can not quench, a desire that can not meet, not enough for me, I want more ... I want her.

  Way, holding her close to me, the sound of waves over us, take her to the beach, and saying softly on the deck. Your palms pressed to the sides of his head, the streams of water flowing from my body to fall on her, many small drops that run through his chest,
wrapped in a black lace bra that laps its voluptuous curves.

  "Carrie was just water, nothing happened." the memory, the sinks mouth on her neck, licked the taste of salty skin, I get to where I can feel the heartbeat pulsing with arrogance against my tongue.

  "Logan ... you were right, it was just water, and this time, though ..."

  We press your index finger against his fears, because, at least for tonight, just for now, to leave free.

  "Now we are nothing, there's just me and you," I promise.

  Poggio her forehead against his, I am entering in his eyes, I see the sadness in his eyes, I can feel it so much, that a thick chest makes me waver. Fixed helpless his pain, I see it, is below my eye, a tear gathers at the corner of the eye and an uncontrollable rage begins to montarmi inside, I can not control it, I shake the fabric of the blanket in two fists .

  "What the fuck did they do?" Explode without realizing it, and it's too late to stop myself, when his hands pressed against my chest moving from above her.

  side roll by holding the arm.

  "Wait!" Shit, I should not blurt out that way, but those eyes, the way they looked at me for the first time, showing me a piece of what ails it, I turned off my brain, I stopped to reason with one wants to know.

  "I can not, do not you understand?" Yells, struggling from my grasp, he bends down on the sand to collect the clothes.

  "No, I do not understand." I'm screaming this time, shooting standing.

  "In fact, there is nothing that you really should know Logan. I'm not the girl for you, and you ... ", his hands clench into fists, nails sticking in the skin, expect me to say, that my fear turns into reality, that his words destroy me," ... and you're not the guy for me. "

  And that's what's happening, when I make a step forward, towering over her.

  "We feel. Why do not you make me? Why the fuck have I

  kissed? Why on earth did you come here? Because? TELL ME! "Growl, against his face once again became an expressionless mask, from which no information leakage.

  "Sometimes there's a reason for everything Logan, things just happen. Errors are committed to learn from them not to repeat them. "