Martins History

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Fucking Linda, I thought as I slammed the door. I was so mad I could throw something. Even through the closed door, I could feel her glaring at me. What was her fucking problem? I have no choice, I have to go to this god-damn thing. My boss would fire my ass if I refused! Our last argument played in my head like a fucking movie set on infinite repeat.

"Why do you need to go at all? You're the manager of operations. What more training do you need?"

"It's not about that. I keep telling you. Everyone has to go. It's some corporate policy, or something. Do you want me to lose my job? Or never get a promotion again?"

"But it's July. We're supposed to go, it's all arranged"

She meant to her brother's cottage for a week. Kids, and too much wine and board games. Really fucking fun. I tried to collect myself, tried to be reasonable.

"It's just a week. I'll make it up to you. We can go to the cottage in August."

"So I'm supposed to go, on my own, with Sadie..."

"My mom will be there, she'll help out."

"I feel like you don't really care that much."

"Fuck! What do you want me say?"

"That you'll ditch this thing and spend some time with us!"

I was speechless with rage. But a little voice, deep in me, knew she wasn't completely wrong. It's not that I didn't care. I love me daughter, I love her in a way that I can't even describe. I would throw myself in front of a train for her. But Laura was another matter. She knew we had been drifting. We didn't just hang together like we used to. Those early days after the diapers and the midnight feedings when we would steal half an hour on the sofa with some wine and quick fuck that was mostly all right, but for me at least, was more about comfort and feeling close rather than getting off.

We had been together since...how long? Since we were sixteen. She was my first, and I was hers. Somehow there was no question, and in our small town, there wasn't a question. This is what you did. Whatever else I might have felt or thought or imagined didn't even cross my mind.

But now, outside the door, breathing heavily, I just wanted to fucking scream. I was a little amazed at how angry I was. Where was that coming from?

I threw my suitcase into the back of my car and slammed the door a little harder than absolutely necessary. I looked at her car, all red and cheery. Fuck her. She can go the cottage and enjoy it, and I get a break. That's what it felt like to me. I drove away from the house and felt a bit like I was playing hookey.

I was driving to a conference centre near Ottawa. I could have flown, I suppose. But the thought of spending six hours in the car all by myself was appealing. Just me and some music and the road. I cranked the tunes and got lost in sound.

I enjoyed the drive, but when I stopped the car in front of the centre and got out, my back was killing me. The centre was in the woods, surrounded by the rocks and pine trees. I'm always amazed at how Ottawa, the capital, is in the middle of the wilderness. But I guess it's appropriate, since this country is mostly wilderness.

I got my suitcase and entered the lobby which was all faux-rustic, with fake logs in the ceiling and a big stone fireplace with a fake fire in it. There were already a bunch of people I knew and I spent a while making small talk, shaking hands, making stupid jokes about what happens at company retreats. The usual shit. I wasn't close to any of them. And with a company as big as ours, there were people there I had never spoken to before.

I stood in a a little line, and finally go to the check-in desk.

"Rodriguez, Martin."

"My Rodriguez, you're in room 224. Here is your key. Welcome to Pine Valley."

"Thanks." And I wanted to say, I think.

I waved to some more colleagues and went up the huge stairway beside reception. It was made of stone. I guess they couldn't fake that, could they? This hotel was trying so hard to be something, but I wasn't convinced.

The room was nice at least, until I realized there were two beds. What the fuck? Are you serious? They couldn't afford to give us our own fucking room? I was almost as pissed as I was when I slammed the door on Laura.

I threw my suitcase on the bed closest to the window. Fucked if I'm not going to get the best bed. I sighed. I was being a dick. Calm down. I started to put my clothes in the closet and in the little dresser. I left a drawer empty for whoever it would be. I could feel the annoyance creeping up from my stomach. Fuck!

Right then the door opened and in walked my roommate for a week. "Hey!"

"Hey." I was trying to not sound too pissed.

"I'm Marek," and he walked over, his hand extended which I kinda had to take. He was tall, with dark hair and deep brown eyes. I could smell a whiff of spicy cologne. Shit, I hate cologne. I took his hand and shook it. His grip was strong, almost too strong.

"Martin. How's it going?"

"Pretty good. It was a nice drive up here. I don't get into the woods very often."

"Yeah, pretty nice." He was right, it was kind of beautiful, I had to admit.

"I've seen you around, but I think we work on different floors? I'm on three in the marketing department."

"I think I've seen you as well. I'm upstairs in operations."

"Cool. Well I guess we'll know each other better after this."

Part of me wanted to say something sarcastic, but he was right, we would, and I had no choice. I suppose I should I make an effort. We chatted about nothing much for a while, putting our clothes away and then sitting on our respective beds.

"Where are you from?"

"I grew up outside of Regina."

"Wow. I've never been to the prairies."

"You're not missing much, that's why I live in Toronto."

"I grew up there. In Rosedale."

Oh great. A rich kid. But despite my crankiness, part of me had to admit he seemed like a cool dude.

We went down to dinner, which was the first of a whole pile of scheduled events that week. We ended up sitting beside each other. Not because I wanted to, but I didn't really like the people who worked for me, or my bosses, so Marek seemed like a nice enough guy, so what the heck?

The food was...typical of a conference centre. Rubber chicken, mushy peas. The usual crap. We chatted more, were introduced to the people at our table, some of whom I knew a little. Big companies are such anonymous places. Dessert was this weird pudding with fruit on top. I looked at Marek when it arrived and grimaced. He laughed and began eating. His teeth were very white.

After a little too much wine, we left the dining room.

"I don't know about you, but I need to get to bed." Marek looked at me, still smiling.

"Yeah, I agree. Driving takes it out of me."

We lay in our beds, the lights off, not saying anything.

"You married?"

"Yeah, for five years. We have a kid, Sadie. I love her to pieces."

"Sadie. That's a nice name."

I was stuck by the simplicity behind his words. It's true, it is a nice name.

"Yeah, she's a peach. What about you? Any significant people?" I'd learned to not make assumptions, especially in Toronto.

"No. No one right now. I'm too busy. I really want to make this work."

"I get you. I feel like I'm married to my job as well. It makes it hard." I was kind of amazed I was telling this guy I didn't know at all something like this. What the hell?

"It does, doesn't it? My parents are Czech and they've always pushed me to be successful...you know, the whole thing about coming to a new country and being successful, and that kind of shit."

His words sounded kind of angry. "Yeah, I get you. Anyway...good night. I gotta sleep."

"Good night Martin."

There was a formality to Marek that struck me. Always so polite and proper. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke some hours later. The hotel seemed silent, and the room dark. I lay staring at what I could see of the ceiling. I gradually became aware of a soft sound coming from the other bed. At first I couldn't tell, then...fuck. He was jerking off. What the fuck? The sounds were regular and soft, and every once in a while I caught a low moan, a little gasp. Shit. What was I supposed to do, plug my ears? I didn't want to let him know I could hear him, so I just lay there. His breathing got a little faster, and the movements more intense. I found myself imagining stroking myself in time to him, my cock getting a little hard. What was going on? Was I getting off on this? Marek gasped and then there was no more movement, his breathing stopped for a second, then began again, more relaxed. He sighed. I heard him reach out of the bed and then the sound of him wiping himself off.

My cock was rigid. What was this all about? I lay there, afraid to move. My cock was so hard and I was so turned on. By what? By a guy jacking next to me? How was that possible? I willed myself to get soft again, which happened slowly and drowsiness began to creep in. As I drifted into sleep, I remembered something. I was about thirteen. I was in a change room at the public pool in _________down the street from our house. I was getting my bathing suit on and I looked up and saw a boy -- maybe a little older than me -- just looking at me. That's all. But he was naked and his cock was a little hard.

I hadn't remembered that in years, decades. Why the hell would I remember that now? I turned over slowly, trying to make it seem like I was asleep. I heard soft breathing from the other bed, then light snoring. At least one of us can sleep.

I woke the next morning to the sound of the shower. I lay in bed, feeling awkward, almost embarrassed. Why was I embarrassed? I wasn't the one rubbing one out in the dark with a stranger next to him. I caught a little tingle in my cock that I tried to ignore. Fuck.

Marek came out of the bathroom in a towel. I imagined suddenly that this was how porn movies started, blah, blah. I decided to go for the cheery.

"Hey, good morning. Sleep ok?"

"I slept really well. It's so quiet here."

"Yeah, it kinda is. Mind if I grab a shower now?"

"It's all yours."

I hopped out of bed, hoping my cock was behaving itself, and ducked in the bathroom. It was warm and steamy, and I could smell that cologne...what was that all about? No one wears cologne like that any more? Do they? I think it was all about being respectful for people with allergies and shit like that. I shook my head and threw my boxers on the damp floor. I got under the water which was probably too hot, but I felt like shocking myself. I soaped myself up, my chest, my ass. It felt good. Really nice and before I knew it, I was giving myself a little stroke, then another. I began to pump my dick and I leaned against the shower stall wall with one hand and just watched my hand go at it. My cock was aching it was so hard, and I knew this wasn't going to take long.

As I stroked a little faster another fucking flash of memory blasted into my head. I was about nineteen, just arrived in Toronto for university and I was in the athletic centre showers after a workout. I was minding my own business, just washing my feet when I looked over at another stall down the way and there was a guy standing there as if he owned the world, jacking off. His eyes were closed and I remember just watching, frozen. I couldn't move. My own cock, I remember, was thinking about getting hard, but I was so confused, my head was spinning. I watched as he came in big splashes all over the floor in front of him. With that, I grabbed by towel and practically ran from the showers, as if I was panicking.

Now, as I fisted myself, then emptied my balls on to the floor of the shower, I realized I had put that out of my mind for all these years, that moment, with that guy, who probably didn't even know I was there. Or did he? I kept leaning against the tiles watching my cum go down the drain.

The day was boring, which didn't surprise me. Seminars on communication skills, and effective leadership, and stupid bonding exercises that didn't do anything to bond anyone to anything, but certainly got me annoyed. I didn't want to bond with my employees, much less my bosses. Lunch was supposed to be a "networking" exercise and I said hi to a bunch of people I knew and we just joked, and I said hi to a bunch of people I didn't know. At one point my little group met with a group that Marek was in and we just smiled at each other and shrugged our shoulders. The image of his smile came to me a few times that afternoon, and it was confusing.

At the end of the day, after the last boring workshop on I don't even remember what, I collapsed in the lounge bar. No one else seemed to have thought of this, and I was glad because I wanted to be alone with my g & t and think about nothing.

I took a sip and shut my eyes and sighed, then realized someone had sat down beside me. I looked. It was Marek and he was ordering a drink from the bartender, who looked at Marek with what seemed to be a flirtatious vibe. This could be interesting.

I watched Marek's face for any reaction and it was as if he didn't notice. The bartender walked away and I said,

"I think she's into you."

"Oh...really? I guess I was more interested in getting this," and he took a big gulp from his drink, that looked like a Bloody Mary.

"I hear you." And I took a big sip of mine. We clinked glasses. "To surviving a day of this horseshit."

Marek laughed and took another drink. He sighed.

We talked for a long time, having more drinks than I can quite remember. We talked about our lives, university experiences, our families. I told him about my farming parents and being the oldest son who was supposed to take over from his father and all that shit. He told me about his parents drive for success, a success they had clearly achieved, given where they lived. I realized I like talking with the guy. He was easy to be open with, which surprised me, since I'm not all that open with anyone, including my wife.

I looked at my watch at one point. It was eleven-thirty. "Shit. We should get to bed. I think we have an early day tomorrow."

Marek looked startled and glanced at his watch. "You're right. And I'm more than tipsy. I should have brought dark glasses to hide behind tomorrow."

I laughed, and we headed to our room, where we somewhat drunkenly got ready for bed. I lay for a while, the room spinning a little, then dozed off. It seemed like only a minute, but when I pulled out my phone, I saw that it had been several hours.

I lay there and I became I aware I was hard, and I had gone to bed naked. It felt a bit weird to imagine that I had done that with him right beside me. I grabbed my dick under the sheet and gave it a few pulls. I could feel a lake of need in me, I wanted to cum so badly and I just thought, fuck it, so I started jacking myself slowly, trying to think about fucking someone, maybe even Laura and I thought of her for a moment, trying to feel into images I had of she and I fucking...when was that? It felt like ages ago. Her image began to fade and I just got into the feeling of my cock, getting slippery with the juice that began to pour from the end. I moaned before I could stop myself, then froze, wondering if he heard me.

"Martin?"

His voice startled me. I couldn't say anything, but it was clear he had heard me. I lay as still as I could for a few minutes, hardly breathing, my hand still wrapped around my hardness. I could feel a dribble of precum on my hand. Soon I could hear his steady breath again, and I relaxed, still nervous, but somehow I couldn't stop myself.

I just started again. Fuck it, I thought. I jacked harder and again, another fucking memory came to me from nowhere...of being in a sleeping bag in a tent...it was...my best friend's yard when we were, what? Twelve? I was lying there in the dark and I could hear my friend making noises in his sleeping bag. Rhythmic sounds that got faster and faster. I remember being fascinated by the sound and then I heard him grunt and was silent. I remember not understanding what was going on but feeling a kind of excitement I had never experienced before.

Here in the dark, sliding my hand up and down my cock, the memory seemed fresh and I moved faster and I could feel my balls tightening up and then with a gasp, cum spewed out all over my belly and I swallowed a sound, just holding myself rigid as more cum spewed out, and my hips lifted off the bed for a moment as if pushing the last few drops. I lay there for a while, feeling the cum cooling on me. Was he still awake? I had no idea. But I didn't want to get up to wipe myself off, so I just lay there. I could still hear him breathing, and once there was a more heavy breath and then I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to my alarm and it was light.

I got up early and showered, feeling a little scared about how Marek was, whether he was awake, what he thought of me. When I got out of the shower he was sitting on his bed, rubbing his eyes. "Good morning."

"Morning." I couldn't look at him.

"How did you sleep?" It felt like an accusation.

"Oh fine. And you?"

"Like a baby. What's on today?"

I felt relieved that he changed the subject but I felt like I could jump out of my skin. "Some stupid seminar about corporate responsibility or something like that."

"Sounds really boring." Marek got off the bed and went into the shower.

I took the opportunity to get the hell out, so I got dressed as fast as I could and practically ran out of the room. I had already decided to skip the morning and I could claim being sick or hung over. I didn't care. I needed to get some air and be by myself.

I walked away from the centre down a path into the woods that wound around some big granite outcroppings. It was quiet and there was only me and the birds. I tried to think about last night but every time I did my head would go blank like it was being wiped clean. But I managed to hold onto a question: why the fuck was I turned on at the thought that Marek might have heard me jerking off? That question seemed clear if nothing else was. I shook my head. I had never been into guys. The memories I had had the last day or so didn't suggest that, did they? I sat on a rock and just stared. But it was...exciting to imagine he had been awake while I jerked off. It just was. What the fuck?

I came back to the centre and had lunch with some guys I worked with. I glimpsed Marek on the other side of the dining room with some guys from his department. They were laughing and it made me feel better somehow.

The afternoon was unbelievably boring. It was some kind of inspirational keynote address given by some dude...I have no idea who, and I didn't listen. I just sat there and stewed. Finally, I couldn't take it, and left, going up to the room and I lay on the bed.

It was only about three, so I had time for a nap. Just as I was closing my eyes, I heard the door open. Fuck. I heard Marek come in and sit on his bed. I could tell he was looking at me.

"Hey, Martin. What gives?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Nothing, man. I'm just really tired."

"Yeah, I see that." He was silent for a minute. "Are you freaked out that I heard you jerking off last night?"

The words stunned me with their openness. What the...how could he be so casual? But why wouldn't he be so casual? Guys jerked off all the time. Who cares? But somehow I cared.

"Was it that obvious?" I pretended to be cool.

"Well...you weren't being that subtle about it."

"Sorry...I hope it didn't gross you out."

"Gross me out? No..." and he stopped for a moment, and I could tell he was thinking through something. They he shrugged and said,

"It was kinda hot, if you don't mind me saying."

I was speechless. I just looked at him. We stared at each other for what seemed like a day or so. What was going on? I could feel my stomach churning and my...fuck...I was getting hard. What the fuck?

"Uh. I'm straight, you know that right?"

"I get that. But why did you jerk off knowing I was listening?"

I had no answer. I turned away and looked out the window. I really had no clue what to say or do.

"I don't know that to tell you, Marek."

He did something that scared the hell out of me. He stood up and sat down beside me on my bed.

"What are you doing...?"

"I'm just getting a bit closer. Is that cool?"

"Uh. But why?"

There was silence for moment. "Because I want to."

How was I supposed to answer that? So Marek just sat there, looking at me. I could feel the heat from him and I felt a bit dizzy, and I wanted to get up, but my limbs wouldn't move.

"Can I..." and he reached out with one hand and put it on my chest. I twitched a little, shocked at the touch, but I didn't move.

"Is this all right?"

"I don't understand what you're doing..."

"I'm just touching you. You are a really beautiful guy, did you know that."

His hand stayed on my chest, resting lightly.Then slowly, almost imperceptibly he slid if over to one side, then the other. He looked into my face, and I just looked back. It was all I could do.

His hand moved in wider circles, across the top of my chest and down to my stomach and back up again. I felt a tingle begin in the centre of me. The touch of him, even through the fabric, was intense. I just looked into his face, my mind empty.

"I...I...don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just enjoy the feeling."

He moved his hand up to my neck, caressing under my chin, sliding up to the side of my face, smoothing his palm on my cheek, then back down to under my jaw. He slid a little closer to me and then came onto the bed beside me, about a centimetre away. His hand still rubbing slowly on my chest. He turned and looked at me, a bit of a question on his face.

"Is this all right?"

I struggled to find the words in amongst the conflicting feeling running through my whole body. I was letting this guy touch me. I was letting him. And I wasn't grossed out...no I was far from that...I kinda liked it. How was that even possible? I had never thought about guys before...had I? The memories that had come to me came back again and I just watched them pass by in my mind. I began to realize that in each one was a question that I had never answered, much lest asked. A question that I seemed to be in the middle of answering right now with Marek.

"I think this might be all right." I couldn't believe the words had come out of my mouth. "But I also don't know what the fuck is going on."

"I can see that. Don't worry. Just let me touch you. Is that cool?

I felt like I wanted to run away, but some other part of me said "I think that's cool." And it was cool.

One of his hands reached for the top button of my shirt and undid it. "Let me know if I should stop."

I didn't think I could say anything. But I just nodded affirmatively. He said, "That's good."

He undid another one. Then another, until they were all undone and my shirt was pulled out of my pants. He pulled the shirt open revealing my chest. I was breathing heavily and my chest was rising and falling, My nipples felt cold. Marek put his hand back on my chest, skin to skin now. His began rubbing his hand all over, feeling my trimmed hair and brushing my nipples very lightly as he went which made me almost jump it was so intense.

I tried to remember if Laura had ever done this. Had I ever done it to her? I don't think so. I watched Marek's face as he explored my chest. His eyes were intent and his mouth was a little open. Before I could stop myself I reached up and touched his face. I could feel the stubble of his beard. Another guy's face. I had just touched it in a way that was anything but casual. I could feel myself getting harder, my dick pressing against my pants.

As if reading my mind, he leaned down over my chest and began to kiss it very lightly. All over. The kisses grew a little deeper and wetter. He reach a nipple and kissed it, then in a way I didn't even understand, sucked it very gently and my whole body began to hum and I threw my head back, almost breathless. He moved to the other nipple, licking it this time and I moaned even though I hadn't decided to moan, but moan I did. I realized I was running my hand through his hair. Who was this guy? Someone had taken over my body.

Marek was now almost lying on me, sucking my nipples and I felt his hand move up my leg with soft movements, closer and closer to my rigid cock that was poking my pants out. He slowly grabbed my length through the fabric while started to very softly chew my nipple. I threw my head to one side, and gasped. He lifted his head, smiling.

"You good?"

"Oh my fucking god. Don't stop."

"What if I...." and again he didn't finish the sentence. While he was still rubbing my cock through my pants, he leaned down and our lips met. It was a kiss I had never imagined. Soft and warm, yet the feel of his stubble on mine was kind of electric and I felt all warm through my cock up to the top of my head. He kissed softly, then his mouth opened more and I opened to meet him and he pressed forward, mashing his lips on mine, then I felt just the tip of his tongue as it passed my lips, then his whole tongue and before I could even think, my tongue met his and I almost passed out. Laura had never, ever let me in with a tongue and to be honest, I wasn't even that interested. But this, this was something else. I wanted to swallow it and as I worked his tongue, I could feel his hand working on my pants, unzipping me, undoing me, then somehow opening up the fly and he grabbed my prick through my underwear. I choked into his mouth.

He lifted his face away from mine. "You ok?"

I just looked at him then down at his hand that was wrapped around me cock through my underwear. In answer, I pushed him out of the way and pulled down my pants, then my underwear, and my cock was there, hard and hungry.

"How's that?"

He laughed a little and turned toward it, shifting his body so that his back was turned toward me a little, then he extended his legs out and lay down, his face level with my dick, which was drooling into his fist. He began to lick the side where the precum streamed onto his fist, he licked his hand, below his hand where it had begun to pool at the base of my cock. I moaned as I watched and my hand found its way to his ass, and between his legs, rubbing and stroking. I watched as his tongue lapped its way back up tot he head of my dick and be began sucking on the end with quick suction, taking in more of the sticky liquid, his fist jacking me slowly as he did it.

There was wave after wave of amazing feelings radiating from the head of my cock, down through my balls and to my hips which began to push up a little into his mouth. He grunted into my cock in his mouth, and he ground his groin into the bed. I found my voice.

"Take off your pants. Take it all off."

He looked at me and smiled a bit wickedly,but he sat up and undid his pants, throwing his shirt across the room. He was wearing black underwear which he tore off and I saw his cock, really the first hard cock since that day in the swimming pool change room that wasn't my own. It was about the same size as me, but thicker and bent slightly to one side. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and before I knew it, my hand was around it, feeling its heat. He lay down again, but on his side so I still had access to it and his mouth went back to my cock, taking it down to the root in one movement which made me almost cry out it was so intense. I jacked his cock while he sucked me down and my other hand went to his head an begun to push down gently, making him take me deeper. Linda would never let me do this, not in a thousand years, even if she did agree to suck me.

My hand began to move up and down his length, feeling the heat, feeling it get sticky as his juice began to flow. My mind was on fire as I had never thought any of this was possible, yet, somewhere in me, I knew that the little room that wondered at these possibilities was now open. If sure felt that way as I pulled him by the leg toward me, pulling him closer to me face, to my mouth because I wanted it, I wanted to taste him, I wanted something I never knew I wanted, and there it was, almost touching my lips, slick with precum. I just did it, I took him in, feeling the length slide over my tongue, tasting the juice, tasting him.

Linda had never let me go down on her and realized in that moment, with Marek in my mouth, slowly beginning to push in and out, that I never wanted to, but this, this wild intense feeling of taking a cock in and sucking, licking was exactly what I wanted.

Marek was moaning into my cock as I worked, and he began to really move faster, getting his hand involved, holding the base while he worked the end, and my cock felt like it was glowing, the feeling could have been giving off light and I could feel in the base of me, somewhere in the depths of my balls, the beginning of a slope I could not stop sliding down, and began to moan and I pulled off Marek, my breath getting faster and I reached forward a few times to lick his cock as it leaked onto my hand, but I was almost blind with a growing explosion that started in my balls, in my thighs, in the tip of my dick which must have been radioactive there was so much pleasure there,

"Fuck, fuck, I'm going to...I'm going to cum..."

And he just moved his head faster, pumping with his hand in time with his mouth and I as if were being electrocuted, I froze and my eyes squeezed shut as something I have never felt before took over my whole body and erupted out of my cock and I gasped and cried at the same time, blasting his mouth and my hips pushed up and I continued to unleash myself into his mouth and just as I was on the way down, I could feel his cock go rigid in my hand. I did something I never thought I would do, never imagined was possible for me to do. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and began to jack him fast and he came in spurts on my tongue, big globs of him sliding to the back of my mouth and I just swallowed, feeling there was only this to do, just take him in, salty and warm.

My cock had stopped pumping and he came off it, swallowing, wiping his lips and breathing heavily. He crawled from my groin up so he was lying beside me, our faces almost touching. He kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips and I guess he on mine. We kissed for a while, our arms finding each other.

The late afternoon light was coming in the window and we could hear people in the hall outside the door.

"I guess the session is over."

"Not if you don't want it to be," and he kissed me again, ruffling my hair.

I just looked at him, not sure what to say. "I mean...yes. But Marek, what we just did. I have never in my life..."

"I know. Don't think about it. Let's just lie here and enjoy each other. Maybe later we can see what else happens."

I didn't say anything. I just tucked me face into his neck, smelling that spicy cologne that now was the most amazing smell in the world. We slept the rest of the afternoon away.