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London, 20 February 2015

The next day I wake up at seven in the morning, I get up and brush my teeth. I still feel my foot hurting, so I walk slowly and unlock the door, I slowly walk to the kitchen to make the coffee, but the coffee is already ready. The smell is divine! There's bread and toast on the table, plus cake too.

Bryan is sitting there messing on his mobile phone, but as soon as he sees me he drops the phone and says:

"How are you feeling?"

He looks at me happy, although I don't really know why.

" I'm... Just a little sore, but I'll take some medicine as soon as I eat."

I sit down slowly and drink coffee with milk, by the way, the coffee is very good, I eat some toast, while I look out the window: The weather is cloudy. I'm going to stay in the flat, mainly because going out with a hurt foot is not a good idea and it wouldn't be nice either.

The doctor advised rest for a week, so I'll stay this whole week in this flat, and maybe Bryan would stay there, that would be bad on one hand.

I wash the glasses and go to the living room after eating.

" I will stay here until you recover, but I will only stay here overnight. The day is all yours. Have a great day!

I watch him leave the flat and part of me is happy to be alone all day, but the other part is sad, after all, being totally alone is not good either.

I spend the day watching TV series and texting my parents. After the shower, I change my dressing and put on some warm clothes, because it is raining again. I love rain!

Even more if I make hot chocolate now…

Bryan

The first time I saw Annie with that weird outfit at the museum, I realized how much she doesn't care about fashion, I realized that she doesn't like to be bossed around and says what she thinks.

She is true, but a part of me is angry with her, already the other part wants to know her more, what I wish immensely is distance from this woman, but unfortunately I can't.

She is ridiculous in many ways, for example, who wears a nice dress with a weird backpack on their back? She's a total fag, that's for sure. But that's OK, each one in his own way.

The truth is that as soon as that stupid guy on the bike hurt her a part of me went crazy, I wanted to punch the son of a bitch, but I restrained myself. In fact, what's wrong with me? Why did I help her? Why did I feel that? I cared about a complete stranger... In fact, maybe I feel something for her? Maybe an attraction? But I don't find her beautiful, but something about her moves me and that makes me nervous!

After I met her, I haven't stopped doing what I do, I go out with all the women I feel like, for example, Megan. When I want her she is at my disposal, and there are others that I just look at and they want me, those are easy, but Annie doesn't, she doesn't even find me attractive and that makes me nervous. Or if she does, she doesn't show it.

My day at work is normal, I have several meetings in some of my companies and I sell a lot of goods that day, I feel even proud of myself.

" Honey, are we going home today?"

Megan looks at me with that naughty face, today she wants me, it's obvious. But I'm not comfortable, my head is going crazy, I'm thinking too much and I won't be able to fulfill her desires. She is attractive the way I like: short dress showing her beautiful legs, hair loose and shiny, well made up and I already imagine her soft skin with mine...

But my mind is invaded by Annie's face. She has beautiful blue eyes, too-white skin, pink mouth, flushed cheeks and straight honey-coloured hair. I imagine my fingers tangled in her hair, but I quickly grimace to get that scene out of my mind.

" I can't tonight, I'm sorry."

I kiss her, leave the company and go towards the flat.

In the flat

Annie

I'm lying on the couch talking to my cousin, he's really funny.

We were talking about a series we have in common when I hear the flat door being opened, I make a face, but keep talking.

" Well, that's your comment, but I respect it. Well, I'm hanging up to make dinner or order some dinner. Tomorrow we talk?"

My cousin agrees and I hang up the phone.

I saw Bryan entering the room and he said tired:

" I'll order dinner, okay? What do you prefer?"

" I'll eat anything. "

I said shrugging my shoulders without turning to him.

He shakes his head and asks for something, but I'm not interested in listening to him.

I continue lying down, because it's nice to lie like this, Bryan takes a shower and returns to the room with a grey sleeveless shirt and jeans shorts. He looks handsome, there's no denying it, he's a cat and sometimes I'm surprised by his beauty, but I can't stand admiring him. I sit down on the couch and stretch my body, soon I see Bryan approaching.

He sits down next to me and says.

" Dinner will be here in ten minutes."

I just nod my head. He moved closer and with his thumb turned my face, he is too close and I can hear his heart beating hard. It's quiet here, bad sign, I think. What is he going to do?

I get serious and he asks:

" Are you still in pain?"

I deny it, because I don't want to talk to him, but I can't move. I am paralysed, but why? I am staring at his eyes, he looks at me in a different way, he looks at my mouth. Little by little he comes closer, it seems he wants to see my reaction. If he wants to kiss me, I will let him just to prove that I don't feel anything for him, which is a lie.

If he kisses me, I may even reciprocate, but without any feeling. Which is strange, because this man attracts me in a certain way, he is very catty and seductive, how to resist him?

He puts his mouth to mine and I stand still and stare at him, he gives a corner smile and starts a kiss, very calm, delicate and very hot. I reciprocate at his pace.

I confess that he is a very good kisser, his mouth smells delicious, it's warm and very tasty. He starts kissing me with more desire, he entwines his tongue in mine, I feel his hand on my waist and the other slightly pulling my hair, I kiss him at his pace so that it doesn't seem that I'm really enjoying it, I do what he does without deepening the kiss, but with each touch, I want more and more?

He gives me a few little kisses and catches his breath, his breathing is heavy, he opens his eyes and faces me. I hold everything I felt to myself, I won't show that I liked the kiss. - And what a kiss! Otherwise he'll feel proud, so I'll act normal, but I even want more, I won't deny it.

He says after analyzing me for a few seconds.

"Why did you let him? I shouldn't have done that. Damn it!"

He leaves the room half stunned and I lie down on the couch closing my eyes, making my mind stop remembering the pleasurable scene.

Soon after, we have dinner away from each other, he really enjoyed it, I can see it in his face, but a part of him doesn't want to confess and although I really enjoyed the kiss, I don't show it to him either.

I finish the dinner, wash the dishes and go to my room. I don't want to know about him for the time being, otherwise it's very possible that I'll allow him to kiss me again. We have a certain chemistry, but neither of us wants to confess it, we are like two silly teenagers.