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wo days later I feel much better, I can even get up alone without getting dizzy. It has been being away from the world a couple of days Jorge and I, and I have recovered without any problem of whatever has happened to me. But of course I know we can’t lock ourselves together all our lives, we have to be in the real world, living with the rest of people, and I'll have to know how to face it sooner rather than later. I can’t afford to get sick every time something happens.
I have continued thinking about both Jorge's father and his mother's. The truth is that she is a very peculiar lady. That way of looking at me while telling me that ... Some eyes, a bright sheet, fused in black. I can’t get it out of my head. But Jorge didn’t want to talk about it when I asked, so at last I ended up leaving him aside to ask him later.
I know nothing about the father. I had not heard of him from anyone but Claudia, who of course I'm not going to ask anything. And Jorge is not seen interested on explaining anything to me. Research work maybe? My years of journalism have to serve me for something. Although on the other hand, to go searching in his personal past may not feel good if he finds out...
Never before has anyone been as attentive to me as Jorge is these days. He really cares about me. He alternates talking with the lawyer -Daniel, from the law firm also, who we had to explain the delicate situation and I was grateful that his gesture was friendly and not surprised or disgusted like my mother or Claudia- who helps with his divorce; and with taking care of me day and night. Things with Claudia don’t evolve although Jorge tries to cheer me up by saying that everything is getting better and better. People like Claudia make themselves hate with desire. Jorge has been trying for days to see Noelia before New Year but she refuses and doesn’t even pick up the phone. As I told you, she makes herself be hated.
I had to call to work to notify them what had happened to me. I sent them the doctor's report by email, so they gave me a few days to recuperate calmly. Anyway, at this time there is not much political movement so my boss recommended recovering completely before returning to work. And that is precisely what I plan to do. It has been days of blanket, movies, mimes and glasses of hot milk with honey. The smell of burning wood seems to revive me body and soul. Scent of true home next to Jorge, who would tell me.
Although I am already recovered for New Year's Eve, my particular knight-errant is still concerned. He says he is afraid the cold of streets will make me relapse again, so we stay at home. In fact, while I have been in bed these days, he has dedicated himself to decorating everything around me. He knows how much I like the Christmas decoration since our trip and he has really taken great commitment to make me feel comfortable in this house, next to him. He insisted on making dinner too and I was surprised how well he cooks. I thought we should end up eating some frozen pizzas and I was teasing him with that while he was cooking. He just laughed at every new evil I could think of telling him about the monstrosity of dish he was going to come out and of course then it was him who gave them back to me all together when I wanted to even repeat. This man is perfect, it's clear. Will he have a flaw?
We ate the grapes together, in pajamas and house slippers. And then we put on a movie, «Love Actually». I guess this is not the kind of movie he likes but he says absolutely nothing, in fact he laughs a few times while we see it and in the nice moments he even kisses me sweetly or caresses my cheek while he looks at me smiling. I tell you all this so that you understand how complicated it is to look for flaws. At least I have not been able in all these years, even less in the present.
I feel great right now. That Jorge takes care of me and protects me so much makes me really feel like a princess. I'm watching the end of the movie lying with my head on his legs while he teases my hair. It's the best start to the year I've had in my life.
“Jorge...” I say affectionate, turning up to look at him.
“Tell me, princess” he replies distractedly while watching television, still stroking my hair.
I really like when he calls me like that.
“Would you give me a little kiss?”
Jorge looks down and smiles at me, bends over a bit and gives me a quick kiss.
“No, not like that... a longer one.”
“I can see that you are feeling better, huh?”
“Yes, much better. And it's New Year, we have to celebrate it. As you have insisted on not partying...”
“But how were we going to get out! What if you were sick again?”
Just to remind him, gets him nervous again. This man...
“Oh, what a party-pooper you are...”
Jorge laughs, changing his worried face for a more relaxed one again.
“Very well... And how you want to celebrate it.”
“Well, I had thought to take off our pajamas...” I tell him while I cross his chest with my finger “...and practice some of that sport we haven’t practiced for days...”
I'm noticing how his breath quickens with the passage of my finger. He begins to caress my leg, raising his hand little by little.
“Laura, do you really feel well?”
“Don’t you notice?” and I lower my hand until the pants of his pajama.
I make him jump when I do that, letting clear he does notice my improvement.
“Well, but do not make much effort, okay? Slowly...”
“Then you're going to have to do twice as much effort...”
In a quick movement, Jorge pulls me up off the couch and takes me to the bed in his arms. He doesn’t stop kissing me until he lands me over it, almost as if he is not holding me with his arms, but with his lips. He takes off my pajama top and I take the opportunity to take his. He looks at me with desire, and that makes me start to get even more excited if possible. I run my hand over his chest, playing with his hair and tangling it between my fingers as I feel his breathing accelerate every second.
I bring his mouth to my breasts and with the tip of his tongue he runs all over my body, from my neck to my stomach. He caresses me carefully, as if he could break me with a simple touch. Again he stops by gently sucking each of my nipples until I pull him a little away.
“If you continue, I'll finish right now...” I warn him.
But he doesn’t stop. He smiles with my warning and continues to lower his tongue down my body with extreme calm.
“I missed this” he says without stopping in his slow descent through my skin.
“Please, Jorge...”
“What's wrong?” he asks, looking up without stopping what he's doing.
It's driving me crazy, I need to have him inside right now or I'm going to start feeling fever again.
“Please...” I keep repeating, trying to make him understand.
“Tell me what you need, princess.”
Again that way of calling me. It is as if he tells me the most erotic word in the world and my body reacts in an incredible way when listening to him.
I pull him to lift him from there and climb him back to my side. He stares at me, brushing his entire body with mine on the road. I can feel him above me, as excited as I am. I move my hand to reach his member and hold him tightly, feeling how much he likes to have done that. He closes his eyes and emits an animal moan when he felt my hand holding on to it that way.
He looks back at me with mischievous and passionate eyes before speaking to me.
“What was that?”
I set with a smile a wordless hint of what I want right now, and also urgently.
He extends his arm to open a drawer of the table, where he takes a condom from a small box. Guides my hand until I put it on and looks at me again.
“Now do what you want” and he smiles at me amused, prepared for what I want to do.
I thought on taking out the Parchís and make him play a game, to see if his arrogance descends to acceptable limits but it is clear that I can’t hit him in the nose with that, especially because I'm dying to make love to him.
I separate my legs slightly and with a slight hip movement, I feel him inside me. We let out a moan of pleasure by have us this way once more. I hug him; I need to feel him even more. He knows that I love that, so he bends down to cover me with his already hot body. He does not stop kissing me and playing with his tongue in my mouth and my neck, passing the tip of it through my skin, sensitive to the extreme.
I have him again where I like, after all these days. At this moment I don’t care about anything else. Not divorce, neither work, nor the rest of the world, or anything.
All I want for Christmas is him.
I stretch slowly, looking for Jorge with my hand. I open my eyes but he is not there. Where did he go?
“Jorge?” I call him aloud.
Why have I sounded anxious?
I see him appear almost instantly through the door of the room with a big smile. He has heard my tone more than my voice, and it seems to me that feeling someone needs him is new to him. And for me it is to feel that I seem to need someone specific to wake up at ease. Strange feeling.
He carries a small package wrapped in gift paper that he does not bother to hide when he enters and approaches me. I wrinkle my nose and look at him strangely, waiting for an explanation. He sits next to me and kisses me on the forehead before I start talking.
“What was the matter, princess?”
“What is that?” I say pointing to the package he has in his hands, ignoring his question.
“This?” he answers pretending and shaking fun.
“Yes, Jorge, that. What is it?”
He takes my hands and extends them to him, posing the little package in them.
“I ordered it to you. I could not give it to you before because it arrived today in the morning from Paris” he explains “I also notice when you look at the shop windows, Laura.”
I carefully unwrap the package without stopping looking at him sidelong. It's a turquoise, long box ... from Tiffany's. As soon as I open it, I see inside a pendant of the Tour Eiffel with small stones that shine when moved, in a thin thread of white gold. I remember that first kiss in Paris instantly. It's the same pendant I had seen at Tiffany's on the Place Vendôme. “It shines like yesterday in our first kiss”, I had said as I almost huddled in the glass of the luxurious showcase, making him laugh. He had remembered such a detail and had it brought for me. Is this the real Jorge? Romantic and thoughtful until the excess? It is impossible not to fall in love with him, he is making it very difficult for me to keep sane and go slowly in whatever we have. I just got an overwhelming desire to tell him that I want to spend my whole life by his side.
“Jorge, but...” I say astonished, looking into his eyes, unable to believe it.
He smiles watching my reaction. My face must be a poem, honestly.
“Merry Christmas, little princess” he says kissing me tenderly on my lips, as if what he just gave me was a daisy from the backyard of the house.
“But I could not give you anything...”
“You are with me, princess. That is the best gift for me, I assure you.”
“Oh, Jorge, stop telling stories. You have spent a lot of money on this and I don’t make you a collage with macaroni from the kitchen...”
He laughs and takes the pendant to put it around my neck. Carefully I pull my hair aside and carefully place it on me, watching it again as it finally rests on my neck.
“It looks perfect” and raising his sight, he looks into my eyes “as perfect as you are. Well” he says, thinking better “not that much...”
I bow my head, dying with love for him. Sometimes he tells me these things and the strength of his eyes is so intense that I am ashamed to even hold his gaze.
“I'm never going to take it off, it's beautiful. My favorite pendant.”
Jorge just smiles. If he is only half as happy as I am at this moment, he must be immensely happy.