Behind The Scenes

106. Jo

I already feel hot as hell and he's starting to make me feel even more. Our bodies burn together. Pearls of sweat light up his forehead and his hair is wet when I take it between my fingers, his face dipped between my thighs and his tongue taking me to heaven with every movement.

"I love you..." I say moaning, out of oxygen. The air in this small room is heavier than before. My legs start to stiffen and shake and after a few seconds a whimper of pleasure escapes my lips as I cum.

"I love you too," he says before licking his lips in a way that should be illegal. He kisses me and I feel that taste on my taste buds. "You see? You taste so good, baby."

My God. Every time he says it he always has the same effect on me as the first time.

He turns off the air conditioner and lies down under the covers with me. I walk up to him and stroke his chest with my slender fingers, and he squints at me with a half smile that is adorable and his hands under his neck, his muscles relaxed.

"You should drink some water," he suddenly says and starts to get up. In fact I am thirsty. He goes to the fridge and when he opens it he snorts, "Fuck, I have to go downstairs to get it, it's over."

I shrug. "Go, I'll wait for you here."

He looks at me and sighs; he puts on some shorts and a T-shirt and leaves the room.

I thought I'd do him the favor, but I'm just too tired. I am more lucid than before, even if hammers continue to make an absurd and annoying noise in my head. I need to sober up by three o'clock tonight because I have to settle the suitcase; at 7pm we have the flight to Mexico.

It's nice when Hero takes care of me, he makes me think I've found the perfect man. I think I never wanted time to pass quickly, but I can't wait to go back to my home, to our home. I haven't been there for a long time and I miss our cozy little house in Los Angeles, with its spectacular view and its always messy kitchen because Hero is always trying new things. It makes me strange just to think that someday I'll introduce him to someone like my husband. I know marriage these days may seem like an old thing to some, but the thought of the white dress, the wedding ring and being his wife excites me as hell. Together, until death do us part. That's what I hope will happen; I want to be with him for the rest of my days and nothing will change how I feel for this man.

I feel this break has been good for both of us. I have thought a lot, he has matured; we have both changed, but we are still the same people we fell in love with. Every minute and second that I spent with him during that time I felt like I was falling in love with him a second time; and even now, I fall in love with him countless times. Despite the difficulties, the initial quarrel and those who came between us with scissors in hand, we are still here, stronger than ever. It is true that I am a very private person, but now I would like to shout to the world that we are making it. We are calmly building our life together and there is nothing that can make me happier. It's what I've always wanted, and I've been able to find it. I just want to finish with all these projects one after the other to enjoy the other half of my soul day after day.

I am so tired that I fell asleep before Hero returned with the water and my mind imagines Westminster Abbey full of people and me walking through the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress, him with shining eyes smiling at me and telling me that I am beautiful when I reach the altar.

How true it is... that dreams are wishes.