Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,71
of me.
“This is how I wanna wake up every morning,” Victor says, burying his head in my neck.
I giggle. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
He repositions us so that we’re on our sides, facing each other. “How did I get so lucky, huh?”
“I’m the lucky one. Sometimes I still can’t believe that I found you. I never thought it would happen for me, and then you came along and changed everything. I love you so much.”
“For a while there, I never thought I’d hear you say those words, but I’m so fucking glad you did,” he says, kissing my forehead.
“Me too,” I say, feeling happier than ever.
He smiles at me. “You want breakfast?”
Breakfast sounds good, but I know that I’m too tired and exhausted to leave this room without at least having a shower. “Room service?”
“Sure. What do you want?”
“Pancakes and bacon.”
“Okay, I’ll call it in.”
“I’m gonna take a shower while you do that,” I say, giving him a final kiss on the lips. I see that somehow Rob delivered my bag last night because it’s sitting by the door. I open it up, grab my toiletries, toothbrush and makeup bag, then make my way into the bathroom.
The warm water raining down on my body feels amazing. Everything feels brand new to me, like I’m experiencing things with heightened senses. Making love to Victor last night and this morning was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s always been amazing between us but it was even better and I know it’s because I allowed the connection to really penetrate me in a way that I hadn’t before. I never would have believed that I would get here, to a place within myself where I would actually want to feel the kinds of emotions that I feel when I’m with Victor. This is love, and it’s so different from anything I’ve ever had before. I understand that now that I have this love, I have no choice but to accept it. It consumes me and I know that with the acceptance comes risk. I realize now that if this relationship doesn’t work out, the outcome will be catastrophic for my heart. There will be no way to protect myself from that kind of devastation. I’ll never be able to recover if I lose him. It’s a hard pill to swallow but there is no other option. Having Victor in my life outweighs whatever risk might be involved. I turn off the shower and grab a towel, pushing the scary thoughts out of my mind. “I can’t let my fears control me anymore,” I say to myself as I run a brush through my wet hair and pull on the fluffy hotel bathrobe.
I come out of the bathroom and see Victor staring out the windows wearing a pair of jeans and t-shirt. I walk over to him, put my arms around his waist, stand on my tiptoes and place my chin on his shoulder. “Breakfast is over there,” he says, motioning to the table with a jut of his chin. “How was your shower, Love?” I’ll never get enough of him calling me that.
“It was good. Exactly what I needed to start this day.” He turns around to face me, pulling me in closer and wrapping his arms around my waist. I tilt my head back so that I can look at him as he smiles down at me. “Mmmm, I’m pretty sure we already started this day, and if I recall it was pretty phenomenal.” I like the direction that this conversation is going.
“Really?” I tease, squinting my eyes. “I’m not sure I remember what you’re talking about?”
He pulls his hands around to the flimsy sash holding my bathrobe in place and grins. “You don’t remember, huh? Maybe I can refresh your memory.” He brings his lips down to my neck and kisses me there. Will I ever get enough of this man? We made love less than an hour ago and now I’m ready for round two. I lift up my arms and place them around his neck just as we hear a knock on the door.
Victor groans in frustration. “Hold that thought, Babe. Don’t move,” he says as he releases me and struts across the room to answer the door. His mother enters the room looking even more stony faced than usual. My body tenses up at the sight of her. Why does she hate me so much?
“Hola, Mama. What are you doing here so early?” he questions, irritation evident on