32- "You are playing with fire"
32- "You are playing with fire"
When the cold was getting into our bones half an hour later Ro woke me up with her slow movements in her silent attempt to put on her jacket. She settled on my legs and laid her head on my lap again, I took out the blanket I had in my bag and covered her up. I was able to stroke his hair, my fingers tangling behind his ear and gently tracing the edges of his face. She looked so fragile, I so wanted to protect her and stay with her forever. That night I slept a little uncomfortable, I tried to move as little as possible so as not to wake my sleeping beauty. We got off when the bus stopped. We went to the bathroom and Rocío smoked a cigarette. I had an orange juice and Ro a mineral water.
We got off when the bus stopped. We went to the bathroom and Rocío smoked a cigarette. I had an orange juice and Ro a mineral water. The trip went normally until around 3 in the morning when Rocío woke me up sobbing because her nose hurt. I assumed that the cold and its harmful vices were the cause of that. I caressed her septum in vain but she kept telling me that it hurt a lot, she was desperate with pain like a girl who has broken her knee after playing in the park and is afraid that she will not be able to return to play with her friends. I didn't really know how to make him feel better, I gave him lots of kisses on his nose, I asked him where exactly it hurt and I kissed his entire nasal septum, I told him that he was going to be fine, and I wrapped his head around him. head so that the pain would not get worse with the cold. I drew soft movements on her septum, breathing very close to her neck, hugging her tightly as if nothing inside her could break while I held her. Finally she went back to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and she was still sleeping, I looked out the window and saw the familiar landscape of the mountains and green vegetation, we were arriving in Mérida. After a while Rocío opened her eyes, she had woken up in a very good mood.
\-Good morning – She said smiling.
\- Good morning - I responded softly.
\- I dreamed about you – She told me.
\- What did you dream? – I asked her.
\- I dreamed that I was an artist and I painted on a canvas, and I used many colors and you were in front of the painting, I was painting you, and then when I looked at the painting there were a lot of birds, dolls and paint scattered everywhere . We both laugh.
\- I also dreamed about you - I admitted.
\- So? What did you dream?
\- I dreamed that I was hugging you on the bus but I wasn't just hugging you, there was a girl with curly black hair and thick glasses sleeping behind you. And I hugged you and then I hugged her too because she was behind you.
How strange.
\- Well yes, it was strange.
\- You have your toothbrush there
\- Yeah
\- Can you lend it to me? – I took out my toothbrush and my toothpaste, I gave them to her hand like someone giving a toothbrush to their lover.
\- I'm coming, I'm going to brush - He added, smiling.
I watched as he walked down the stairs and watched his pants fall over his butt “wow he is so sexy” I thought silently, if my conscience could drool at that moment I would have definitely left a puddle on the floor.
Ro came up, gave me the toothbrush and toothpaste, and I went down to the bathroom. The bus swayed as if the drivers had been drinking the whole way. With difficulty I held on to the railing, descending to the stairs that led to the bathroom. I pulled open the urinal door and entered. I was a mess, the powder and lipstick I had slept with last night had disappeared, terribly disheveled, I took out my ponytail and did it again, I regretted not having lowered the comb. I styled my hair as best I could. I brushed my teeth and went back upstairs.
\- Ready - I smiled warmly at my traveling companion and lay down next to her again.
\- Look, you never answered what I asked you - He told me suspiciously.
\- What thing? – I asked him curiously.
\- How can I be with you? – By God I had turned around that question of “How can I be with you?” a thousand times in my mind already. I had asked Alice what she thought that meant and I still couldn't understand if what Rocío said by “being with me” was referring to a sexual way or she meant it in a more intimate sense… having a relationship.
I felt silly asking her if she considered having a serious relationship as an option when maybe all she wanted was sex. The truth is that I didn't know what to answer because I had no idea what she was referring to, whether it was sex or a relationship, I was dying to be with her, and the truth is, considering the facts, I don't think I could have a long-distance relationship with Rocío. . Having already escaped for a weekend just to be with her was really alarming behavior, and things didn't work out well with Meiby, my last long-distance relationship. I ended up with more horns than I expected so I preferred to take things easy this time. I loved Ro, I felt lucky to be able to be with her at that precise moment, when at some point I thought I would never see her again after that night at the disco.
\- Well, to be with me in what sense? - I finally asked him.
\- Being with you, I'm not used to these things.
\- To what things?
\- To this, to travel with you, to hold your hand, to kiss you.
\- I'm not used to it either.
\- Well, it doesn't seem skinny, rather it seems like I don't know what you were playing.
\- Ok - I said a little offended as I showed him a smile and walked with my fingers on his wrist.
\- You're playing with fire - he smiled and squeezed my nose.
I knew he was right, he was playing with fire and I had no idea what that meant, but as long as he kissed me and burned me inside, how dangerous could he be?