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e came at his mother’s house at the first hour of the afternoon after travelling the whole day. It is exhausted ought to go to Madrid first to come back to Salamanca later; small inconvenience for living in a poorly connected city. Jorge most be more than exhausted, he has had to drive from Madrid while I fell asleep again. His car is too much comfortable and as soon as he turned the hit on and that tranquil music I fell asleep. I think he deliberately did it.
Te house is out of the city like he said. In the near town of Santa Marta to be specific. There are no more houses around and it is a very big farm, it is surrounded by a high and thick hedge which doesn’t allow to see what happens inside; that will give us the privacy we need. We went inside the farm in the car and we parked in the wide garage placed next to the house.
“What do you want to drink?” he asks me while he directs to the kitchen carrying the shopping bags we just bought.
“I want some wine” and I walk toward him “Wait, I’ll serve it.”
“Very well, then I will have the chimney ready otherwise, we will freeze here.”
I can notice the cold and the dampness of a closed house but, none of that concerns me, in fact. I think I might be in the middle of a dessert, trapped in a sand storm but, having Jorge next to me it would seem the paradise to me. I am so great today but, I’ll have to go back to work in two days.
What a system my brain has to make good times over...
I carry two glasses and the open bottle to the livin. It is a rustic livin with an American kitchen. Next to the chimney there is a door which leads to the two rooms and the bathroom. It is decorated with a nice taste and an antique touch, very different from these days’ hotels, it is more home like. I enjoy more to be with Jorge in a place like this, it is more realistic.
I serve the wine and I sip my glass. Jorge has finished lighting the chimney so, I deliver him his glass.
We stood there on our feet, getting some warm in silence for an instant while it seems we both are making a balance of the previous days.
“So?” Jorge says and sip at his glass, asking for what appears should be requested by someone
“So, what?”
“Has it been a good beginning? Am I some more Mr. Darcy from the end?”
“It has been a good beginning, yes” and my smile speaks better than I do “but, let see if you don’t become Mr. Darcy from the beginning again when we’ll get back to reality...”
Actually, I am panic this might be only some days and it will finish after we come back to our daily concernings.
“I am sure it will even turn better” he catches one of my hands while we toast with the other “I guarantee I will try hard to make this works. And now... do you want to see a movie?”
“Very well, I’ll prepare some pop corns.”
I turn back to go to the kitchen but, Jorge grabbed my hand, pulls me toward him, makes me turn and kisses me. He is so passionate and so unexpected, that I feel I suddenly burn inside.
“You stay here at the hit, I don’t want you to get cold” and he tenders my hands with his thumbs while he speaks “I will prepare them.”
He tries to release himself but I don’t let him move. He smiles as he finds himself cought for me so I returned the passionate kiss he has given me few seconds earlier.
“This way will make impossible to see a movie...what has happened since the last time we went to the cinema? You watched the movie and behaved like a good girl.”
“I left the cinema having no idea of what was the movie about” I confess.
He laughs moving his head back only a little and comes back to look at me with his eyes full of curiosity.
“What had you been doing then?”
Why should I lose myself drifting...
“Hold the desire of kissing you while I watched you.”
“Wow...”
And his face turns serious once more.
“What do you mean wow?”
“You confuse me, Laura.”
“But I have been very honest, I didn’t even drift!”
He smiles again. He caresses the hair of my neck without letting free my waist with his other hand.
“You didn’t understand me. You confuse me but, for good.”
“Oh...”
“Oh?”
“Is just that sometimes you say some things...”
“That is my technique to be a great lawyer, miss journalist” he says kissing me once again.
Jorge is like a drug to me. It feels like if I had to recover all the missing time after these years in which we have not been together. And trusth me I am recovering missing time.
A cold night with pop corns and a movie, sheltered with a blanket in front of a chimney, accompanied with someone so perfect; that means Jorge. I feel protected; it is like if I knew he will always protect me. I have feelings for him that I used to believe were simple attraction but, now... I am not very sure of that. I know, it has been not long time since we are in this situation plus, the difficult part is about to begin. But these days has made me stronger to face whatever comes. I can handle anything I have to. If it is because of Jorge, I am sure.
We felt asleep in the couch. I wake up while Jorge carries me over his arms to the bed. I feel how he covers me and joins me in bed, hugging me from behind. I fall asleep again after feeling his beard tickling me in my shoulders while he kissed me and whispered good night princess at my ear.
When I wake up I see a pair of intense green eyes watching me curious. He still hugs me between his arms and his body keeps emitting that marvelous frutal perfume.
“Good morning, Lau.”
How can I be so lucky and have such a perfect man next to me? I would repeat this morning in a loop for the rest of my life.
“It will always be like this?” I ask him.
“How?”
Jorge amuses himself tendering my arm and locking his cheerful eyes on my eyes.
“Waking up and feeling... this way.”
He smiles and gives me a small kiss in my nose while he realizes I won’t be able to be more accurate describing my mood.
“I hope so; I would not like you to get tired of me so soon.”
“I don’t believe that’s possible.”
Now he gets close to my lips depositing a small kiss on them and smiling while my words are still on the air.
“What do you want to eat for breakfast?” he asks.
I smile and roll in the bed until I am above him. He holds my waist and starts caring my back, making me contor after the touch of his fingers. I approach to his lips to answer.
“To you, you know that...”
“Are you always so voracious?” he whispers in a sexy mood locking his eyes on my lips.
“According to what I see, you are as voracious as I am...”
He looks at my lips once again before kissing them. He holds me tight against him and I feel his heart beating inside my own chest. With a fast movement, he places over me, holds my wrists with his hands at both sides of my head and starts kissing me with urgency for having me closer to him once more.
Yes, this is life...
Jorge is stubborn about making the dinner. We are sitting on the couch eating a portion of mac and cheese with no fear of getting fat even a little. After these days, it is impossible.
“Stay to sleep.”
“Is that all you want in this insane life?” I say funny, remembering the song of M-Clan. But he completely ignores my evasive move.
“Please, Lau, I’ll take you to work tomorrow...”
“But I have everything in my house...”
“Then we’ll go to your home first. At what time do you have to go to work?”
“Mmm... I have to be at...” I look at the phone message again “...eleven and half at court.”
“At Gran Vía court?”
“Yes, there.”
“Come on, stay. Furthermore, how long do you have to stay there?”
“Well, I guess one hour the most, I am not sure, you know how lawyers are...”
I take advantage of his sig, pretending he was offended about my phrase to steal a pair of macaroons from his dish and I watch him triumphal.
“You see, so we can eat together soon.”
“Together? Tomorrow is a working day, Jorge...”
“So what, I am on vacations during the whole christmas.”
“I see but, I am not, don’t remember me about your long vacations...”
“Your parents, they take care of me well.”
“Don’t push me, remember I can tell them a pair of things you have done to me and after that they will probably stop taking care of you so well.”
“You perfectly know you would not be able to reproduce a single thing we have been doing” he warns me while he picks the last macaroons of his dish and puts them in his mouth, smiley.
He raises his sight to look at my eyes in a challenge mood. He is definitely challenging me.
He wants war? Very well...
“I might try. Don’t you think is very difficult to explain how you touched me the other night in that park in Paris, and that you had one hand in my blouse and the other hand in my pant caring me, and that I was taking your belt off to.”
He didn’t let me finish although I was speaking fast. He jumps out of his seat making a lot of noise, he raises me from mine, catching me outrageous and pushes me against the wall we have in front, making exactly what I was describing.
“Let’s give you more examples to tell to your parents...” he mumbles at my ear while he touches me under my clothes.
I am speechless. His breath is more than accelerated and my blood has been gone out of my brain.
“And by the way” he says very serious “you’ll stay tonight, end of the discussion.”