into my growing lust for this man and just let myself imagine for a moment that we are madly in love with each other, that this is the first dance at our wedding; that we have just sworn to be together forever and now we dance as if we are the only to people in the world.
The music stops abruptly bringing my fantasy crashing down around me, I open my eyes feeling forlorn at the loss of my day dream, to be met with the real life thing; Carlos looking longingly at me, his green eyes sparkling in the candle light, his curly hair slipping down across his face. I reach up and tuck it behind his ear, my fingers grazing his soft, sun-kissed skin, feeling the contrast of stubble along his jaw line as my hand drops back down.
“Are you OK?” he asks, concerned about my sudden melancholy.
“I’ve never been better” I say truthfully, burying my face against his neck.
He lifts his arm to get Blair and John’s attention and mouths to them, over the crowd, that he is going to take me home, they nod and wave in agreement, Blair blowing me a goodnight kiss.
“Where are we going?” I enquire as he walks me away from the bar.
“I’m putting you to bed”
“Oh really?” I ask, perking up at the prospect.
“Not like that, unfortunately I do have to do some work tomorrow and if I go to bed with you tonight, I won’t get anything done again!”
“What if I promise to throw you out in the morning?” I bargain with him.
“Ha! Really?” he asks sarcastically.
“Yes really, I have will power, I can abstain and throw you out, no problem” I reply confidently. As we turn the corner towards my apartment, he grabs me, pushing me roughly against the wall, surprising me with a fiery kiss, as he runs his hand up my inner thigh. As his hand rises my knees bend to meet it, but as quickly as he started he pulls away from the kiss and stills his hand, less than a centimetre from its summit, “resist me can you?” he says with a smug look on his face.
Realisation dawns on the cruel game he is playing here, “Well come on, that’s hardly fair!”
He gives a little chuckle, “I guess not, but still, I think I made my point” he claims, no less pleased with himself.
Taking my hand he pulls me away from the wall and we continue on, I purposely dawdle to prolong every last second that he’s with me.
At my door I do my best to get him to change his mind “Are you sure you can’t come in? Even just for a little while?” I beg draping myself over him.
“Oh you are a temptress!.......But no I really can’t……… I’ll get up early and then hopefully……… I will get all my work done……. by early afternoon…….. and then I can come over and pleasure you, sweetness” he says each word in amongst kissing my neck, making it all the more frustrating.
I moan, clinging tighter around his shoulders, irritated by his lack of folding on the issue.
“I know sweet, I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow, how about I take you to lunch?”
I frown like a spoiled child and shrug my shoulders, unimpressed.
“How about I bring lunch here and we eat it together in bed, naked?” he tries again.
A smile breaks across my face, “Ok, deal!” I agree, getting one last kiss before he leaves; I watch him from the door way until he turns the corner out of sight then close the door and skip across the room hugging myself with glee.
I barely sleep all night, not for anything negative, but because I am so happy, it’s as though I have pure joy coursing through my veins, a permanent grin plastered on my face, making my cheeks ache under the strain.
I jump out of bed as soon as the sun rises; I just can’t sit still a moment longer.
I potter around busying myself with showering and a beautifying regime, urging the time to go by faster, until I see Carlos again.
It’s 8am when there’s a knock at my door. I literally sprint over to open it, silently pleading with the Gods that it’s him.
My disappointment is palpable as I come face to face with Jake. “Are you serious? Why won’t you leave?” I snap at him, exhausted by his perseverance.
“Is he here?” is all he has to say.
“No, but he’s coming by shortly”