Chapter 113: Finale – Part 2
"Are you angry with me?" he followed her out of the room and around the corner as she walked ahead of him by herself.
She didn't answer, but kept walking.
"Rosh…" he called again, still walking behind her.
She disappeared around another corner and he cursed himself as he walked faster and turned the same corner. He saw a door open and managed to get his hand in between before it shut all the way. He knew that she was going to close it in his face, for whatever new reason that she had made up in her head to fight with him, so he thought it was worth it even though the door slammed on his hand. She opened it wider quickly enough and even though he gave no indication that it hurt, she took his hand between hers and rub it. Her touch helped, even if what she was doing did not. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He could see now that it was a standard hotel room with a bunch of bags and toiletries strewn about and he surmised that the girls had rented this room to change and whatnot.
When she made to let go of his hand, he caught hers and pulled her toward him. Whatever it was the reason that she was angry with him, clearly a hurt hand was not enough to make her forget completely, because she tried to move out of his hold.
He pulled her back and turned her towards the crook between the wall and the door, blocking her with his body.
"Let me go Aarya." she refused to look him in the eye as she said.
"What did I do now?" he asked, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself.
"Nothing." She shrugged, still looking away from him, still trying to move away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked again.
"I want to break up." She said with barely any change in her expression, now looking him in the eye.
He tried to keep himself calm as he paused a moment and then asked, "Why?"
"No reason. This is not working out." She shrugged and leaned back against the wall, no longer trying to move away from him.
"What's not working out?" he asked, feeling a bit of a fool. Just when he thought that he had figured her out, she would pull something like this…throw a curveball…. Making him dumbfounded.
"This…" she gestured in the space between them.
"This what?" he repeated.
"Us. We are not working out."
"Why not?"
She shrugged again.
He took another deep breath and tried again.
"What's not working out?"
"You and I, Aarya! We are not working out." she raised her voice in agitation.
"What is wrong?? How the hell can I fix whatever it is that I did if you won't tell me what it is!" he felt the distress now in the pit of his belly. How could she do something like this? Out of nowhere….
His outburst seemed to startle her. Not in a bad way though. He looked into her eyes then, for a long moment…. "You want me to get mad, don't you?" he finally asked when she lowered her eyes.
That seemed to surprise and startle her and she raised her eyes back to his face, automatically shaking her head.
"Yes… yes, you do. You want me to get all worked up about this… for what?" He asked, now sure that he was right.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She started to move out of his hold once again and he pulled her back.
Her eyes widened now, but not in fear.
He was moving along dangerous territory, he knew. She was provoking him because she didn't want to admit to herself what she really wanted. She didn't want to want what she really wanted…. So, she wanted him to get there first.
"Don't you?" he grabbed her left hand with his right one and twined his fingers with hers.
"No! I want to break up!" she was adamant.
"You do?" he whispered harshly as he backed her against the wall.
"Yes!' she affirmed along with a nod.
"That means that you're no longer in love with me."
"What's love got to do with it?" she asked in an ironic tone, now looking away from him yet again.
He thought he knew what was happening, but lest he make a misstep, he tested out his theory by allowing his other hand to come up to the smooth skin below her collarbone in the pretense that there was something there that needed to be rubbed away.
Even thought his action caught her by surprise, he could see that she couldn't help her response to his touch. It was answer enough to plow on.
"I don't want to break up." He told her in an unequivocal tone.
"I do." She repeated yet again.
He wanted to smile, but he stopped himself.
"I don't." he repeated.
"I…" she started in response but kissed her before she could complete her sentence.
When he pulled back, he gave her no time to catch her breath before he told her what he wanted to say,
"Pienso en ti todo el tiempo…" he saw the shock in her eyes at what he said.
"Estoy loco por ti…" he whispered after a beat and he saw her eyes change again, now clouding with passion as her breathing deepened.
"No puedo vivir sin ti…" he said finally and her eyes closed on a deep exhale.
Her voice was different when she spoke next and he couldn't understand most of the Spanish that tumbled off her tongue. His knowledge of the language was still at the one-word and occasional phrase level since he had started learning it; there was no way that he could understand a fluent speaker. But, it didn't matter, because her voice said it all… her desire was pouring off of each of her rolled 'r's and elongated vowels and they were gliding along his skin like velvet.
"Quiero que me toques. Despacito." She finally said and he understood.
And he obliged her request, touching her every part of her that had been driving him crazy all night.
"Besame…" he asked her now in return and her eyes opened.
He imagined that this must be what a natural high feels like; he felt drunk off of her lips, her skin, her touch, her smell, and now her hesitation as she thought about obliging his request.
"I am afraid I won't be able to stop." Her voice was barely audible as she whispered back to him.
"Stop what?" he asked, even though he knew very well what she meant.
She didn't answer him and he finally relented. He didn't want to tease her too much.
"I will. I will stop before it goes too far." He promised.
As she rose on her tip-toes to bring her lips upto his, he sent up a fervent prayer that he will be able to keep his promise.
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* Pienso en ti todo el tiempo (I think about you all the time)…
Estoy loco por ti (I am crazy about you)…
No puedo vivir sin ti (I can't live without you)…
Quiero que me toques. Despacito (I want you to touch me. Slowly)
Besame (kiss me)
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