GUILT STAINS ON MY PILLOW

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Tarek worked around the clock in the garden every day, no matter what the weather was like. He worked even with snowflakes falling and very cold temperatures. He just wanted to get ready the garden to go a while away from Marygold Alley.

Fortunately for him, Enzo mostly spent his time in different events or just shopping sprees. So he was a lot of hours outside his home and provided Tarek a break. But the worst part was when he had nothing to do. When he was in the garden working and he knew his husband was there. They behaved like two perfect strangers, they didn't look at each other's face. The situation was unbearable.

Chris went around Marygold Alley oftener. Of course he came with another Enzo's friends like Mark Sandler, Tim Sherman or Desmond. Enzo wanted to make Tarek see that Chris was part of his life as everybody else and he didn't want to give him up.

Some of those brunches or dinners were a breath of fresh air for Tarek in that tense home enviroment. If Mark came with his children they saved him because he played with them as he did with Charlotte. He wasn't good at pretending and trusted none of those gossips would notice the obvious distance between them. Of course when Chris was among their guests, more frequent each time, Tarek turned into a samurai warrior. That meant, he barely talked and watched a lot. He disguised his wild jealousy with asertivity, so Enzo could never fear a tantrum from his part. Tarek was too polite to make a scene in front of his friends. But he couldn't help thinking the oftener visits of "his rival" was a constant pulse Enzo was keeping with him.

When he decided to go somewhere he always take for granted that Tarek didn't go with him. Clubs, parties, theatre, opera, going out dinners or lunchs. Enzo got ready and went out without ceremonies to not hear his dry reply. That's why in a sudden decision typical in him, chose to spend the weekend in Tenerife. Tarek was dumbfounded when he asked him when he was going to pack up to go to the airport.

- Do you want to move? We're getting late and this time it won't be my fault.

He stood in front of the television. Tarek was lying on the sofa with a lot of cats over him and must look at him as an alien.

- Where should I suppose to go?

- Oh, don't play the dumb. You know it well. You were there when we were planning the weekend.

- Being there doesn't turn me into a part of anything and you know it. Get away the TV and respect my space.

Enzo stood still, with his arms folded.

- Get into a couple of swimming trunks, some underpants and some tshirts. It's enough to spend the weekend. Or don't carry anything. We can spend the three days stark naked. According the web it's a lovely weather there.

- Are you trying to work things between us like this? Are you forcing me into a trip that I don't want to make and a company I don't want to share?

- We maybe need a change of place to reset ourselves. Or what?

- You are suggesting Chris, you and me make a threesome.

-Well, all is negotiable. It wouldn't be the first threesome in my life -he looked playfully at the ceiling with gesture of pretending concentration.

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