I felt good. No, I felt great. He, Attorney, motioned with his eyes, and I knew he wanted me to lay my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. We were in my hotel suite that night, the room light was dim and yellow, but his handsome moreno face — sometimes sweet, sometimes fierce — stood out, amidst the man-made luxury around us. See, I had this huge suite all for myself when I attended a corporate function, so I texted him — join me, and he did. We were supposed to just hang out that night. But as the cliche goes, one thing led to another, thus I found myself naked, kissing, embracing a likewise naked attorney. And he kissed me too, embraced me, tenderly, as if he loved me.
Out of the blue, he told me, “please don’t fall in love with me.”
Like a jolt of reflex I replied, “no, don’t worry. I can control my heart.”
A puzzled look, then he said, “Can, or can’t?”
I repeated myself, “I can… CAN… I can control my heart. I will NOT fall in love with you.”
A pregnant silence, then he replied with an almost inaudible “good.”
Suddenly the images of his two kids popped in my head.
We made love, errr… had sex, wild sex that night in my hotel suite. Afterwards, he showered. When he finished, I showered too. I came out of the shower and saw him all dressed up, as if leaving, but he was lying on the bed. I was in my sleeping attire, ready to retire for the night. I laid down beside him, and said, “stay for the night.”
With eyes still closed he replied, “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“My girlfriend is going to my pad to stay the night. 3 AM.”
Silence.
Then he embraced me. Kissed me on the lips, very lightly, his eyes still closed.
I whispered very lightly, “stay.”
Silence.
I woke up from a light slumber, my arms around him. I felt him move, as if waking up too. Half asleep, and half panicking he asked, “hey what time is it?”
“4:28 AM,” I answered.
“Shit.”
Silence.
He wrapped his arms around me, then a light peck on my cheek. Next thing I knew he was again in sleeplandia.
At 6 AM, we were both awake. He checked his phone.
“Kaye’s mad at me, I’m going to her house now,” he said, referring to the girlfriend.
“OK,” I said.
Before he walked out of the suite door, Attorney kissed me on the lips. As the door closed, I wondered, wouldn’t Kaye smell my perfume on her boyfriend’s clothes? Wouldn’t she taste my saliva on her boyfriend’s lips? Wouldn’t she get silently mad when Attorney turns down her advances because he just had one hell of a wild bed experience with me?
I snuggled back to bed, asking myself — what’s happening to me? And suddenly I didn’t feel that good anymore.
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