My Life in the End

by Adriana Alexa

  - What are you doing? - I asked, confused.

  Don shrugged his shoulders lightly.

  - You seemed to need a hug. - She lifted her chin. His black eyes filled with worry, watching me. His nose centimeters from mine.

  I opened my mouth to say something, but gave up and closed it back into a sheepish smile. I touched her waist and hugged her back.

  I loved the smell. I loved the way his hands slipped from my neck to my chest. He loved as she cowered in my arms. I loved to stick my nose in her hair. On the one hand I wanted so much had been different. On the other, I knew I could not go back and was glad to at least have her there so close.

  - Had a bad day, huh?

  - Much. - I sighed.

  - Come ... Come. - Invited, pulling me by the hand as he walked away from the embrace - You need to eat something.

  I could not understand why she was treating me so carefully. less than 24 hours ago I was slapping me, shouting and calling me a bastard in public. And now embraced and offered me food.

  Whatever it was your reason, I followed her in silence, not wanting to disturb my luck. Fearful that any question would destroy my little moment of peace.

  Put me sitting and prepared a sandwich. Concentrated and worked whenever he looked up to measure me I offered him a short, spontaneous smile. I was afraid to say the wrong thing and so I remained silent, watching the stick slices of cheese and ham on bread. Some lettuce and brought to the table with a glass of juice and two pots.

  - You can talk if you want. - Scolded - I will not beat you. - He promised.

  - Are you sure? Because I think I deserve it. - I confessed, exhausted.

  There was something suggestive in her new smile and his eyes narrowed.

  - What's it? - Bit bread.

  - You can not know whether you are serious or if it is shamelessness. - He lifted a shoulder.

  I laughed too loud.

  - Shh! - He fought, still laughing. He pointed to Ty's room and I got it. - Comes. - Up, sliding glass door that served as a passage to the balcony.

  I followed carrying the items from the table and she helped me relocate them on the lounge chair outside.

  - Mayonnaise here. And ... you will want hot sauce? - Teased, smiling.

  I had a power that question I could not put into words. So, just smiled and said:

  - Weak stomach, do not you remember?

  She bit her thumb with a huge smile on his face:

  - Loose.

  ***********

  I do not know if all the decisions he had taken in the collective recovered confidence I had in him or if it was just the fact of seeing my tired and sad Greg on my door that had diluted the anger in my heart.

  But there he was.

  Eating a sandwich. Smiling at me like frank and contemplative way. Timidly talking trivialities while all she wanted was to ask me what was going to happen from there.

  We laughed nonsense of the past. A dancing around each other, looking for an opening to introduce the subject that truly occupied our minds. Nonsense led to a laugh that led to a prolonged silence that would have been embarrassing if we do not knew so well.

  He was bent toward me. I took the fingers to his face slightly red, vestige of my aggression.

  - Excuse me. - I whispered.

  - I deserved. - Encouraged.

  - He deserved the first. - I raised eyebrows, nodding and making him laugh - the others were overdone.

  - I think you did what needed to be done.

  - I disagree. - I stole your juice and sipped - Eleanor escaped unscathed. And God knows how that woman deserved a good tapas data.

  - Will not you hear me deny. - Eyes widened, funeral.

  - Want to give me details of what happened? - I risked - With you? Today?

  He fingered the edge of juice.

  - You were right. - Admitted with simplicity - I take long to realize, but I realized finally.

  - These are not details, Greg.

  He was solving if that was or was not a safe topic.

  - Did you find out anything about her, did not you? - I encouraged him to continue.

  - Want to tell me that Zahner did not tell you?

  There was a line tying me to Gregory. Since the day he kissed me for the first time. Maybe before that yet.

  An invisible and unbreakable line that kept me from running away. A supernatural power in those green eyes that could see my soul needed. But ... he knew me so well that I suspected AAO be nothing in my soul about what he was not aware of.

  The last few weeks had been a strange and uncoordinated novelty. I always knew lie. But under the sieve of those green eyes any falsehood is dismounted and had only the harsh reality.

  Lying to Greg was an activity I performed with discomfort and without any skill. As my mind took me back to that horrible day in the waiting room of the abortion clinic. Lying to Greg. Revolting my stomach. Destroying my integrity.

  - He just told me that you gave him some documents and Boe contact. - I confessed.

  - That's what you wanted, was not it? On that day in the restaurant? Give Boe contact him?

  I gasped exaggeratedly, keeping my hands on his hips, as if the oxygen in my lungs were able to make me explode.

  - No hypocrisies? - I asked, objective.

  - Please.

  - Zahner was investigating his grandmother and asked for my help. And I ... - I looked up to the sky laden with heavy clouds hid the moon - Let's say I could not think of a reason or two to help you.

  - That's why he wanted you to put a bug in my room?

  I raised an eyebrow.

  Somehow, listening had stopped in his hands. His virulent secretary should have stolen and invented a lie ... And there, in front of me, he had not charged me to put in your room. He had just said that this was my intention.

  It was a tiny point and at the same time a watershed: it seems that Greg had trusted me.

  - I do not know exactly what he was looking for. But it was ... it was because of his grandmother.

  He shook his head as if adding something.

  - Why did not you tell me?

  - I did not think you'd believe me.

  - And you think now?

  - I think you're trying to do the right thing.

  - Is that why you let me in?

  - I let you go because I love you and you did not look good. - I saw his Adam's apple moving full of hope - I'll regret?

  He pressed the cup in his hands and shook his head in a negative behaved.

  - Never. If it depends on me.

  Spatter reached my skin when a loud roar of thunder exploded away. The rain began to fall hard and sharp, strong wind washing the balcony. I got up quickly and opened the door, was already putting the pots and dish back on the table when I noticed that Greg had stayed behind.

  - Holt? - Called on the door - in! You will get soaked!

  Back to me, hands in his pockets, staring at the torrential rain front, with relaxed shoulders and chin.

  He was not crying, was he?

  I would die if he were crying.

  - Greg? Gregory? - I pulled his arm, trying to protect my eyes with his hand - in.

  His strong hand pulled me by the waist, and his hot laughter echoed in my ears.

  - It's just water, Laura! - He kept me stuck in front of letting the rain soak me.

  - Stop, you crazy! - Shake me, laughing in his arms - What's your problem?

  - You'll be pretty wet! - He laughed - It is beautiful anyway.

  - Do not want to be beautiful! I want to stay dry! - Chid.

  - Shh! - He asked. His breath was warm in my ear, holding my waist in his embrace, keeping my ass against his groin. His lips close to my cheek. I turned my face and saw his eyes closed.

  - What's wrong with you? - I whispered.

  - I am free. - He confessed, eyes still closed by pushing a wonderful warmth down my spine.

  - Want to get the flu to prove a point? - Played.

  - And if
you want? - He opened his eyes and ran his hand, shaking her wet hair.

  It was only a gesture. Only a hand mischievous move by flyaway hair and I saw: my Greg. He was there. The gentle and relaxed guy who threatened to put my video on the Internet without ever want to do it unless I really kill your dog. The guy who was involved in neighborhood issues only because he thought it was the right thing to do. The guy who believed in solving your problems with a simple conversation and a smile. The guy who needed nothing not to live beyond their honest work and brunette in bed.

  He was beautiful.

  Perfect.

  It's mine.

  I was back.

  As if he had never gone anywhere.

  - Let's get the flu together! - Laughed out loud, under the storm - will be beautiful. You will complain, exaggerated, and I'll take care of you.

  - Take care of me? Frog! I want to see! - He squeezed me tightly - You get sick and looks like it will die! Breaks a nail and already want to go to the hospital and the dramatic am I?

  - I thought I had broken a finger with that stub, his heartless! - He ran a hand through my hair soaked taking them from my face and I gave him the tongue response. - I am happy to see that the years have left you less unbridled!

  - At least I'm not loose that not ...

  He kissed me.

  Right there. Rain below. After an insane day. After years apart.

  It was like kissing me first.

  Even when we kissed in recent weeks, I could not remember it felt so soft in my mouth. So sweet. So incredibly familiar. That kiss that makes you close your eyes and forget the world, stick hands on his shoulders and his hair without caring about anything else. The way the universe prove that it was possible to lose yourself completely in the body of another person with a single touch.

  It was that touch the lips.

  That spark that lit a flame that was always waiting quietly, dying to explode. I held her face in my hands and took me more than I gave.

  I love you, idiot.

  My idiot.

  Back.

  In my mouth.

  All mine.

  Free.

  The intense kiss gave way to a scraping lips. The lightness of Holt led to a contraction recognized: he wanted to say something but was afraid.

  I gave a kiss on her lower lip. Another on his upper lip. He was laughing, almost light again.

  - He said. - I said, bossy. The rain in covering my robe weighed wet and white Greg shirt clung transparent every muscle line and it was a blessing that we were in the dark and I could not enjoy it as deserved, and I let him eat me right there. Rushed, as it seemed to be our new fashion.

  He shaved his lips on mine, me breathing.

  - You will not like what I say. - He admitted - I'm going to be selfish.

  - Say it anyway.

  He stuck his mouth on mine. Like a farewell. How to imagine that I would turn back after him to say what he wanted.

  - Does not go away. - He whispered to release me - It is. - Begged kid - and not ... not only is. - He asked. Dry swallowed, giving up to hold the words meant - Stay with me. - Our foreheads glued our noses stroked. - Stay with me. - He repeated.

  I shoved my hands in her hair and kissed her mouth, but he quickly walked away.

  I wanted an answer.

  I was dying without it.

  - Holt. - I laughed softly - I gave you a slap and sent you out of my life. - I remembered and felt panting on my face - and a few hours later you show up at my door and here I am ... - scoffed - kissing you in the rain. - He chuckled pressing his forehead against mine. I got off my thumb across his lips - Do you really think I'm going somewhere?

  It was a revelation to him only.

  Unintentionally, I was realizing the undeniable truth: I was not going anywhere.

  I needed him and fight for him.

  Just as one day he did for me.

  - Promise? - Repeated pecks. He could not get away.

  - Just do not promise if you insist on staying in this rain! - I warned - Then I leave you alone and go away, yes! I'll take that soaked clothing and take a hot bath.

  He laughed and I felt the touch of naughtiness present there.

  - And I'm invited?

  I let him kiss me again, leaving my tongue at your disposal. I sighed satisfied, invaded by the first desire pangs.

  - Ever.

  ***********

  We leave a trail of water through the house. Laura locked the door and got rid of the robe. The water had turned his white tank top on a piece of cloth glued and transparent, displaying the slightly darker skin on the areola of her breasts and marking the hard points on her nipples.

  I wanted to kiss her mouth and love your face all night. Just hold her in my arms, stick my nose in her hair and lose myself in her scent.

  But that shit that race ... and I was hard.

  She walked away to pick up towels in the closet and I was watching your ass in that tiny shorts and dying of longing. It caught me staring when she turned back with a smile on his face scoundrel. Put the towels on the bed and his fingers came to my chest. I stroked her arms as she unbuttoned my shirt wet, sticking his fingers inside the fabric and away from my skin.

  - I was staring at my breasts, Holt?

  - Your ass, really. - Fix - But since you mentioned. - Pushed her waist a few feet back, releasing the transparent view race.

  She took a playful slap on my arm and pushed my shirt, baring my torso.

  I felt good.

  Light and happy.

  As if I had found me after a long search. I could take a deep breath and peace for the first time in a long time. Laura used one of the towels to dry my chest. I was silent, biting my carried smile, watching her work, waiting my turn.

  He stretched to dry my hair and I stuck my fingers inside his shirt, clutching his stomach. I shook my hair with the towel and I complained laughing. It had only been a joke, but Sun took the loving hand to my face. Even the sensitive cheek she had slapped violently hours earlier. He smoothed the apple of my face and planted a gentle kiss right there.

  - I'm sorry I hit you. - He whispered.

  - Sorry for giving you reasons. - I returned.

  He raised his arms to the ceiling and I pulled his shirt over bar, undressing her too. Freeing her damp breasts. I took another towel on the bed and you returned the care she had offered me. I dried one breast at a time. Slipping the towel under your weight, circling her nipples gently, stroking every drop of water with the cloth.

  - Are dry, Holt. - I laughed when I went back to the first breast for the third time.

  - Are you sure? - I joked - I do not want you to get sick. - I added dedicating a little more attention to her breast, before strolling the towel for the rest of your body wet.

  - Almost left a mark here. - He pointed to the left nipple.

  - At where? - I asked, even having understood perfectly - Here? - I pressed the weight of her breast in my hand.

  - No -. Nuzzled my - Here. - Pinched the nipple - Almost got the mark when you bit down hard. She bled. - Folded a lower lip, coy and I licked, whimpering excuses - It hurt for days.

  - Excuse me. - I muttered - I'm sorry I lost control in that bathroom.

  - Sorry for giving you reasons. - I mimicked me and I felt my cock moving furious.

  Laura was never innocent and to feel my erection, rubbed my crotch making me shiver.

  - Do not give me reasons. - Groaned - I should not have known you. Forgive me?

  He held my face in his hands and I turned to kiss his palm before supporting my chin on it.

  - You just wanted to ask me what happened. - His forehead against mine and I felt its warmth - I should have told you from the beginning or have let you ask. It was just a question. Sorry I have been so sensitive.

  I kissed her mouth with greed.

  - You were right to be sensitive. - Stated in a short space of time my mouth abandoned her - I doubt you often. I'm sorry, Don.

  - It wa
s not as frequent as well. - She sighed in my mouth - just happened when we were together or when I talked about his grandmother, but I need not have ... exaggerated exaggerated. Forgive me.

  I squeezed her waist, forcing her hips against mine.

  - I who have to apologize. The woman never paid. I should have listened to you.

  - I never gave you a chance to hear me, Greg. - Panted, as I pulled her shorts down, pulling him along with her panties away from her legs.

  She was naked in my arms, desatacando my belt.

  - I should have given you a chance. Sorry for not telling you everything years ago.

  - You gave me a chance. - My fingers slipped by her hair and it was good that I already had the ready phrase in the language, because I lost my train of thought so that thin cover scraped on my fingers - I interrupted you. Do not let me tell you. I was awful.

  - I could have insisted. - Down the zipper, making my trousers slip.

  - I could have been more understanding. - Slid his finger between the lips of her vagina and felt that moisture that definitely was not rainwater.

  - If I had spoken to you from the beginning none of this would have happened. - I licked my neck and I bent down to shove her breast in his mouth. Kissing carefully the nipple before had hurt.

  - If I was not so stupid none of this would have happened.

  - I agree with that part, just a little. - I laughed and I got up to suck his tongue. I pulled her hair improving the angle so he could drink their saliva more voraciously.

  - I'm sorry for having hurt you. - Pressed his face, keeping it as close to my mouth as I could, without kissing her - was never my intention, Sun Never..

  - I know. - His thumb was on my lips and I kissed him, closing his eyes slowly - I'm sorry I have not called you all these years.

  - I was a motherfucker when you called.

  - Yes, but he deserved an explanation. And I was selfish for not giving you one.

  - You were scared. - Swallow dry - and thought I ... did not think I wanted you.

  - Sorry to believe it. - Whispered - I should never have believed that you could ...

  - Shh ... - I asked and kept silence with my mouth.

  His fingers down at my stomach, teasing my belly button and grabbing my stiffness. The guided by the waist and stumbled, falling into bed. He laughed and sat back while I crawled over her body, covering it.