We´re laying in separated beds. He showed me a guest room, so I could make me comfortable in my own space. He´s really nice, but otherwise, I would sleep on the couch, if he dragged me in his bedroom. I´m no prude, for sure, but it feels kind of unnatural. I want to find love first, then go in more private areas with my boyfriend. Slow motion, that's my device.
As I combed my hair half an hour earlier, I thought about the evening. It really was something special, a man didn´t make an effort before, but he wants to learn more about me. It feels nice. This emotion is warming up my iced heart from the inside to the outside.
With these memories my eyes make a shutdown and I´m thrifting away into my multi-coloured dreaming wonderland. This moment was perfect, it was nearly as in the romantic movies, I liked to watch as a teenager.
Chatter of birds awakes me from my dreams state. In this night, I was running, running away from something black. It didn´t have any body, it was like a very heavy fog. But this harmless description makes my heart doing hard contractions. I listen to the basic Swoosh from my pumping heart. It´s neither a good nor a bad feeling, but I know for sure, I must get my emotions at bay, before I´m collapsing in an unfamiliar house. That´s not a nice way to start the weekend, that´s for sure.
Somebody knocks on the door. I´m calling the person in, it´s Oliver. Actually, it´s no surprise, but he has a baby on his arm. My sleeping brain doesn´t register, if it´s Alice or Sarah, but his facial expression seems content, so there´s no need to act fast.
"Alice is still asleep. But little Sarah had her eyes wide open, as I looked after them a few minutes ago. Should I five them milk or pap? I really don´t know. He places himself on the bed edge, above my legs. "Sorry, I didn´t mean to hurt you. Please, excuse me." He moves around, so I can pull my legs to my body. "I don´t mind, it didn´t hurt me. I´m no damsel in distress, you know?"
Oh no, I´m sometimes a little grumpy in the morning. What else should I say than I´m an original coffee junkie. Oh coffee. What a wonderful smelling and tasting aromatic hot drink. If I might think about it, I can smell a hot cup of this made heaven in the air. "Could it be, if I might ask, did you made coffee?" He smiles at me. "Did you smell it with your fine nose?", he pulls one eyebrow up. I´m only giving him a nod.
He´s handing me Alice, since I´m standing now. "Should I bring you a cup of this delicious drink? Or do you want to go into the kitchen? I´m open for both options. You can decide." "Then we should go into the kitchen, there we can sit properly." The decision was made.
With the baby in my hands, he puts a cup of the brown drink in front of me. "Thanks", I´m giving him a broad smile. He seems a little bit dashed, but I guess it´s about Sarah´s sudden crying. "Don´t worry, I get her." A few seconds later, a stressed Oliver comes around the corner with a little more stressed Sarah. He tries to calm her, but no attempt seems to be successful. After his third effort, I warm a glass of pap and hands him the food to spoon it to her little greedy mouth.
After filling her little stomach, he takes the babies to lay them down on a big pillow. After he´s done with bedding the children to let them digest their meal, he approaches me, so my backbone rams the sink behind me. But that doesn´t stop him, he stands directly before me, his front is not only facing me, he´s pressuring himself against me, so I can´t evade his attempts. If it´s his intention to corner me, he was definitely successful. His hands are reaching behind me and knotting themselves together, only to push me with them forward. Nearer to his body. Suddenly the air gets hot.
"Thank you, Wanda. What should I have done without you, my angel. You really are my angel….", he leans down to me, his lips are rounding, he´s on his way to kiss me. Oh my god. Should I do it, too? I don´t know. I have no idea about it! Stress is making my body stiff, but I can overcome my panic attack and feel his kiss. My stomach reacts with a confused and nervous feeling, it gets stronger, as he puts a leg between my legs. For an outstanding person it must look like I´m sitting on his left leg.
Truly, I´m getting weaker and weaker within every minute, I´m in his arms. My brain is feeling dizzy, like you are flying around in a big, pink chewing gum bubble. I can´t think clearly any more.
There´s nothing standing in the way for our kiss. Our lips are meeting in the middle, it´s like a never ending fantasy. In my imagination, sparks are lightning up the area around us, it´s like a really realistic dream.
As I´m giving fully in, our kiss deepens. His hands are lifting be a little bit up under my shoulder blades, so he has more access to my mouth. His tongue is slipping in my mouth, taking mine and persuade her to a little dance. As nobody has any more breath left, we can separate us. As he starts to kiss my neck and my collarbone, I can feel my body in a super sensitive way, I did never feel before. As it gets steamy enough to fire up my panties, a baby begins to cry. At first I must order my thoughts and restart my brain functions, then I can care about the needs of the little ones.
I start my way to the living room, but stop right away, as I feel his hand on the small of my back. I look him in the eyes, he understands my questions, what he does want with me. "It seems, we are going into a relationship, don´t you think so?" My stomach turns the wrong way.