12

I wake up very comforting, how is it possible that the night lasted so long, I look at my cell phone to see what time it is. 7 a.m., I stretched out my left hand to see that Matthew was still there, not feeling him, I leaned my body a little while I kept the soft sheet over my breasts, I looked for him and he was leaving the bathroom, my mind wandered commemorating the scene. From yesterday, that gray suit makes him look beautiful.

Maybe I should ask him so the words come out stealthily in the form of a sigh.

"Where are you going?" he asked, waiting for her response.

"Correction, that's where we're going," he corrects, sits next to me and places a kiss on my forehead.

Surprised, she frowned, impatient to know where he was going to take me.

"Tell me," I pout and make my eyes tender.

—We will go to one of the rooms for dinner, by the way you ate yesterday afternoon—he places his hands on his neck to tie his tie.

"Of course Chad bought me a delicious hamburger," I reply.

He stripped me of the sheet going to the closet to take offthe pajamas of bears

—All this is mine, I'm very lucky—He whispers in my ear, placing his hands below my navel, hugging me.

My skin crawls, I turn to look at him to fix his eyes on mine and feel that tranquility that he brings to my life.

"You still don't own all this, you have to earn it," he joked and then placed a kiss on her cheek.

Without giving further explanations, I take out my suitcase and choose the red dress which has a very pronounced neckline, the cut reaches a little below my nipples. I go to the bathroom and for a few moments I remain thoughtful in front of the mirror.

My subtle gaze fixates on my body, I bite the corner of my lip as I remember Matthew's penetrations. Although I wonder, does he like sadomasochism? Will it be a Master? What kind of role am I playing with him when having sex? Perhaps a submissive?...

Having my dress on, I put a ponytail in my hair, touched up my makeup a little, I go out and Matthew is sitting on the black leather sofa in the room.

"Matthew, are you a master? I mean, if you like sadomasochism," I say before he says anything.

"I don't want you to label me that way, I love enjoying sex and I do it in different ways," he takes a few steps towards me. Sadomasochism doesn't compare to anything I did to you a while ago.

She smiled at his comment, but inside she was surprised by his comment, I will have to look for it more on the internet later.

Having my dress on, I put a ponytail in my hair, touched up my makeup a little, I go out and Matthew is sitting on the black leather sofa in the room.

Matthew stretches out his hand to give mine, without thinking twice I carefully take it to feel more confident being in the hotel, when I get to the bottom of the hotel there are a lot of people, in the corner I see a piano and you can also hear the very soft music .

“Mr and Miss Wilson, your table is this way,” he comments and then walks, we follow the waiter to get there—we order the usual.

Matthew turns to look at him—Same thing, of course.

The waiter leaves, now it's him and I; there face to face, without anyone bothering us, I am happy, having that magnificent feeling, feeling how the butterflies grow even more when he is by my side.

"Mr Wilson," they say into the microphone, "but look who's here and he's accompanied."

I raise my eyebrows and smile at that dark-haired man, Matthew waves his hand, standing up to greet.

—I hope that tonight you can delight us by playing the piano for the entire audience.

"In a little while longer!" he exclaims in a low tone, signaling to that man.

"Go, I want to hear you play the piano," my hands rested on his, he looked away at the piano and huffed as he stood up to go.

All the attendees applaud, when he passes through the middle of the room, he placed my right hand resting on the table and the other on my chin, I look like a girl in love seeing her crush, but the truth is that he is mine, only mine.

The piano begins to play, Matthew plays a beautiful melody...Like him, his fingers very slowly delight the keys, he still couldn't guess the name of the song he plays, I don't usually listen to classical music.

The people applauded again and the music that had stopped, but started playing again. Matthew stood in the center of the room, making a sign with his index finger, which tells me to go, I move the chair back, rest my hands on the table to stand, and walk until I reach him.

He smiles and stretches out his hand, drawing it to his chest, my hands surround his neck and his are placed on the lower part of my waist, our eyes meet.

His smile is one of the most beautiful things that can exist on earth, that mania he has when his eyes adjust to the rhythm of the corner of his mouth is one of the many reasons why I am so crazy about him.

"You play the piano very well," I say, "for as long as you've been doing it."

—I learned to play it when I was 12 years old.

I laughed at his response—At your age I was in my room learning to draw, by the way, you haven't told me how old you are.

He brings his face close to mine—You really want to know, Julia—he whispers as we dance to the music. -I am 27 years old.

I lower my gaze, and then raise it —27 and you haven't gotten married yet, I thought you were about 25—he said.

—I hadn't met the perfect woman, until that day we collided at your high school.

I blush at his comment.

Suddenly I feel the fear inside me, the one that always happens to me and doesn't allow me to surrender completely. "You're going too fast, don't say that if you don't really feel it," he growled. I can feel that my eyes don't reflect any expression.

—Shit, because you don't understand, I have loved you since the first day our eyes made contact—his words clear his throat in anger, but he immediately changes the subject—will you tell me how old you are.

—In a couple of days I will turn 24 years old.

I take his hands off my body and walk to the table, I place the fork in the salad they had brought. "This is what Matthew eats when he comes over," I think. He looked at the glass full of water, I take a sip and then make an unpleasant gesture, I feel like drinking a very cold Coca Cola, but the only thing there is is this and I can't complain.

Matthew walks around his chair and locates it next to me.

"I just want you to understand that I will do whatever it takes to win your love," he comments, touching my cheek.

—And I, I want you to understand, that I want you to touch my demons, my defects, if you seriously don't intend to be with me through thick and thin, it's better that you keep your distance.

I put the last bite into my mouth, after finishing eating it more by force than desire, I got up to leave and go to the room.

"Wait, you'll leave me here," his hand stops my walk by taking my wrist, my eyes rest on our hands and then he raises them to look at him.

—Why do you want me to stay, if we already finished what we wanted to tell each other—. I shrug my shoulders, to make him understand that I am not interested in staying.

Matthew stops immediately and draws me towards him again, our breaths mix, before his authority under my gaze, but he immediately lifts my face making me look at him, our faces little by little begin to come together.

"Tell me, you finished telling me everything," he whispers before my lips.

"Yes," he answered dryly.

—I don't believe you, I know you want to tell me something else, but your pride doesn't let you express it.

—I'm afraid to say it and that you don't feel the same.

"I love you," he murmurs, placing his hands on my cheeks.

His lips rested on mine, opening the way for our second kiss. I opened my mouth a little so he could introduce his tongue. Our kiss progressed. My hands were in his hair. I wasn't thinking about anything, just about that perfect kiss. that made me take off from the ground to rise to the sky.