Scott's parents decided to retire in Mexico and chose Chipilo to live.
He, in the middle of his 30's years old crisis and with nothing better to do goes and help his parents with the new house.
One night Scott loved a boy married with the night, bu...
We made it to an old hotel in Monterrey, we were going to pass the day there, the hallways looked out from The Shining and for some reason the elevator only goes to floor 5, if you are on a higher floor you have to use the stairs.
We had to drag our luggage from the ground floor to floor seven.
"I already hate this," I said throwing my bigger suitcase on the ground with a lot of anger.
"Honey, you need to calm down."
"Why do we need to pass the day here?"
"Do you really want to do a 20 hour road trip? It's better to split it in two at least. And Monterrey it's cute, their food is another history."
"You really know this place, don't you?"
"If we put all the times together, we can say I have stayed a couple of months here."
"With Pablo I suppose." I heard him opening a suitcase.
"Yes, but it's very different. This is our trip, Scott, so I chose a different hotel because I could take you to those places that everyone knows and recommends, all the places I knew with him but in this way, we can discover what he and I didn't discover. This trip can be our own love story."
"Our summer nights?" I asked looking from the window, at least the sight was nice and the window was huge, from floor to ceiling. Then softly I felt him behind me, putting his hands into my clothes. I turned around and found out that Mitch was already in underwear, erotic and feminine underwear.
Was he wearing this all the time?
And he had red lips and a grey short wig on.
When the fuck he did that.
I tried to look at his body but my eyes locked with his and he started kissing me.
Soon our breath hitched, I could feel the taste of his lipstick on my tongue and I'm sure it's all over my face and neck now. My hands were already taking his beautiful underwear out.
We separated to breathe and looked at each other. His face was the face of an evil angel. Smiling like that, he was being naughty again. He knew what was coming.
"Slowly," he said when I started kissing his neck and down to his chest. "Slowly, Scott, hay más tiempo que vida, amor." I barely understood what he said, but I knew I had to slow it down.
We fucked.
Of course, we made love but mostly we fucked.
Slow and fast.
Soft and hard.
It mostly depended on the position and he is very creative when it comes to sex.
It was barely getting dark when I decided I couldn't take it anymore and threw myself next to him, completely satisfied.
"Want to go out for dinner?" He asked.
"We have to?"
"Not really, but I'm not ordering cheeseburgers and beers."
"Then I'll order them," I said rolling towards the other side to take the phone.
We had burgers that night but ate something called cabrito the next day.
A cabrito is a little goat that is completely wide open.
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It was soft and delicious and it's enough to say that there weren't salads on the menu in that restaurant.
"You know." He said. "This goat didn't even taste the flavor of grass. Just momma's milk."
"Please don't make me feel bad, I'm enjoying it," I said and he smiled.
"Just saying. You are eating a baby."
He is the most shitty person I ever met in my life.
When we went back for our luggage there were a couple of boxes waiting for us in reception, our cactuses. A woman named Felicia brought them, so, Cindy wasn't her real name... probably Felicia is a fake name too.
Mitch smiled and I had to go for the luggage myself because Mitch was checking the babies.
An hour later a car appeared in front of the hotel, it was a rented car. We couldn't take the cactuses on a bus.
"I can't drive, I don't know the way and my permission expired months ago," I said handing him the keys and enjoying it, knowing that he doesn't like to drive.
"To drive here you only need the blessing of God but if this chickens you out, I'll do it." He said. "But, entering to Puebla, you drive."
I accepted.
We made a few stops, and one of them was because we needed to have sex. Well, it wasn't like we needed to do it, and as always, it wasn't comfortable, but it was part of our love story, so we made love in that rented car, thinking that at any moment anyone could send the police. It didn't happen but the excitement was worth the fear.
We passed Matamoros, Tamaulipas. I asked him to hurry because I hadn't heard a single good thing from Tamaulipas, he laughed at me but he actually listened to me, still, he insisted on staying in Jalapa, Veracruz.
It was hot, and it wasn't the dry hot of Texas, but a humid hot and I couldn't breathe very well.
"I love here," Mitch said as he entered the beach.
"Mitch, please, don't go too deep." The water level was under his knees but I was scared anyway. He turned to see me and I couldn't help but go and hug him.
I love him so much that I can't lose him.
"I love you," I said as I kissed him.
"I love you too." He said as he kissed me back.
We kissed for a long time and I decided I needed him more than I needed anything else.
My job. My sisters. Texas. I don't fucking care.
"I'm staying," I said.
"Huh?" He didn't understand.
"I'm staying. I can't live without you. I'm staying." His face was a black page for one or two seconds but then he started to jump.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He said again and again. "I love you, Scott. I love you so much. Thank you." I hugged him like it was the end of the world.
We stayed the night in the car, but we had some good seafood and saw people dancing in the principal garden of the city. We even danced on our way to the car.
Everything was perfect, I didn't want that night to end.
