He looks at me with a mischievous smile as I try to make a hot scene for him.
I roll onto my back, discarding my hobby and letting it slowly slide down my body.
I look over my shoulder and can swear that he is enjoying this and I feel completely caught up in the moment.
I walk over to him, place a hand on his chest, and slowly and gently push him back so that he is lying on the bed.
When I get him to do this, I climb onto the bed and spread my legs, so I sit on him.
He holds my waist with both hands and looks into my eyes with an evident desire that I hadn't seen since the last time we saw each other before he traveled. And I like it.
At least it spiced up my relationship with Colin even more. What happened between me and....
Damn it!
I am not thinking about him again!
So I move closer to Colin and start kissing his lips. I have missed so much these last few hours because it seems they alone make me forget a little of the stupid thing I did earlier.
... Chris...
I wake up and look at the brightness that has made it possible for my eyes to stay closed.
I try in every way to recognize where I am. From what I remember, the shapes, this closet, and that bathroom were not there.
''Damn it! ''
I sit up in bed with a quickness I didn't anticipate and end up feeling a little dizzy.
I run my hands over my eyes and through my hair. As soon as I realize I am not in my room, flashes of last night remind me that I must be at...
''Amber's house?''
I say her name half to myself as I look at her body lying there almost wholly covered with a sheet, the same one also wrapping me up.
As I try to get up quietly, she stirs beside me, and I end up closing my eyes and pleading to some divine force that she will not wake up before I can get out of here.
I reach for my pants and get dressed. As I am buttoning my shirt, I look again to where Amber is, and to my surprise, she is looking at me with an amused smile.
''Oh, shit!''
I say low enough so that she can't hear me. But then she says:
''You were going to leave without saying goodbye?''
I close my eyes for a moment, trying to find a good excuse for my actions, even if I don't have one yet. But Amber interrupts me as soon as I open my mouth.
''Gotcha!''
She is laughing and making me even more confused. Then she realizes this and continues:
''I don't mind that you're going out like this. It's normal. I think you should get some more sleep, and it is Saturday after all!''
I didn't expect this. Amber turns to the other side and hides in the sheet again.
I check the time on my cell phone watch, and it's only 6:00 a. m. I look at Amber for a while and then look at her again. I look at her for a bit and think about what she proposed.
I don't want to go home now, she is there, and I don't want to spend the whole day thinking that even after what happened between us, he was the one who spent the night with her because I know that is what they did.
I wish Molly would realize that that piece of shit never went out to solve anything about her work. Only she would still believe that. She must be very much in love with that idiot.
And thinking about it doesn't make me feel good in a way that I don't want to, and that's why I don't want to go back there now. Because I'll end up going to her apartment and telling her everything I've ever seen that guy does, and I know she won't like to hear it, and neither will he.
I snap back to reality and stare at Amber lying there.
Molly notices my indecision and says, without turning around and to me, in an already sleepy voice:
''Close the curtains!''
I go to the window and close the curtains, making the room dark again.
I don't know why I'm doing it, but I'm walking back to her bed again and getting under the sheet. My eyes are heavy, and I don't think going back to sleep will be difficult.
...
I arrive at our building and realize that it is already ten o'clock in the morning. Wow! Amber's company is exciting, I would say.
I haven't felt comfortable talking to a girl I've spent the night with like this since a long time ago, not since Rachel. And it's weird to think about her and not feel like shit.
And thinking about all this, I get into the elevator. I'm looking down and thinking about what it will be like to face Molly after everything that's happened.
I don't know how to behave in front of her now, and it was easier before. Acting like an idiot made her angry, but I didn't know if I wanted to irritate her anymore.
When the elevator door opens, who is standing there: Molly.
When she raises her eyes, and they meet mine, I see that she didn't expect to see me either.
Then we stare at each other for a while, and I can only remember everything I have been trying to forget all night, those lips.
Then I say:
''Hi.''
She answers:
''Hi.''
She has her hair up, but a few strands are falling down her face, and her mouth is half-open, making me want to feel her warm breath again like yesterday.