AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He probably thinks I’m asleep in my room. Or walk around like a zombie thinking about what happened.
He couldn’t be more wrong. I’ve learned a thing or two about him. And he will learn a lot more about me before this is over.
I wonder where Francisco is. He’s probably asleep. He must’ve finished his gym routine, showered, and slipped naked under the sheets.
I wonder if I’ll get to see the warm, charming man again. I wonder if the passing of time will make him come back to me without fear.
I know where Alejandro is.
He is here with me, doing something none of us could’ve imagined. Spending the entire day with me. Almost the entire day.
He is so smooth. And he has craftily seized the opportunity.
He’s done it better than anyone else, and he surely knows how to build bridges to my heart.
Not only one. Many of them.
Even alluding to the looming ending of our affair works in his favor.
Having no expectations allows us to get close to each other. Strike a friendship and camaraderie. Companionship. And when the chemistry is as powerful as it is, it makes for an explosive combination.
And in the end, it will accomplish something else.
Whatever happens in the end, Alejandro’s memory will stay with me because he’s already built his legacy.
I turn around and walk into the room. Two bowls of fruit sorbet adorned with slices of fresh strawberry sit on the table.
I remove my heels, prop them against the chair, and pick up a bowl. Taking small bites of the frozen treat, I stroll around the room.
He is in the bathroom. The water is running, the sound fading into the background as I peruse the art on the walls, the accent rugs, and custom-made furniture.
I finish my treat, drink more water, and saunter to the bed.
Fully clothed, I lie down when the door to the bathroom opens, and he swaggers this way.
Our eyes lock when he enters the bedroom.
The room looks like a smooth canvas of light and soft shadows, the motion of the palm trees projected on the wall.
It feels and smells like summer, with the incense of fruit, aromatic freshness, and exotic spiciness of his cologne.
His dark hair shines, a bead of water shimmering on his chest. His shirt is open to his belt, and he’s removed his shoes.
He looks like he’s splashed water on his face to shoo away the tiredness.
The mattress dips when he lies next to me on top of the luxury textile done in black, burgundy, and golden. It looks like the interior of a caravanserai.
He folds his arm beneath his head and props himself against the pillow. A long breath leaves his chest.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmur.
He trains his eyes on the water.
“Yes, it does.”
His voice rumbles, hoarse.
Everything is perfect now. The view, the room, and the memory of this afternoon that will probably stay with us forever. The languor. The calmness and relaxation. The sleep that has eluded us finally tiptoeing to us.
