Don't Fuck With My Love {Joel Hokka}

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We spent just a week in Rotterdam, but when we came back to Finland we were relevant. Not superstars...but almost. We were on our way of becoming that and people seemed completely sure about it. Suddenly, someone recognized me on the street and we got gigs in important places. We also got a tour around Finland, it was a dream come true. But before we left and started touring, we wanted to go back to those usual bars, take walks and remember the first concerts.

—Joel Hokka, who'd say you'd come again?—I heard her voice behind me and looked at her once she was already leaning next to me.
—Hi, Rachel—I drank from my beer in order to act like nothing happened, though on the inside I was shaking.
—I wasn't expecting to see you ever again. Now you're famous!—she touched my shoulder.
—Well, that doesn't mean that I've forgotten where I come from, right?—I smiled looking at her, I could see that she opened her mouth a tiny bit while she couldn't take her eyer out of mine. She had a very cute face and I had never seen that expression on her.
—Want to buy me a drink?—she said when she came back.
—Just with one condition—I called the barman with my arms crossed on the bar.
—What?
—Got any plans tonight?
—Actually...yes—I knew right away that she was lying.
—Then cancel them.
—Vodka with lemon—she ordered before looking back to me—. Done—she smiled and I put my arm about her shoulder finishing my beer. After working that much I just wanted to be with her.

When we left the place, Joonas was not happy at all. The boys, otherwise, congratulated me with their faces. Anyway, once we went through the door, I stopped caring about anything that wasn't related to that girl.

In her house I didn't hesitate to kiss her so passionately, with all that desire I had been holding inside. Clothes wasn't something we needed in that moment and the more time I spent with her, the more I wanted. Making her feel good drove me crazy and she knew how to give it back to me, it was a game no one could ever resist. I knew that it was an illusion, but during those hours I imagined that her skin wasn't used to any other hands, that it was only me who she wanted. And while she buried her hands on my hair to kiss me desperately, I tightened up my arms around her just to make sure that she wont leave. At least for that night.

When I woke up, I didn't knew what time it was but felt her head over my chest and smiled, caressing her red hair. I noticed all the freckles of her back, much like the ones that covered her nose and cheeks. I looked at the cat-shaped clock that was hanging of the wall. Half-past three.

—Rachel.
—What?—she conplained burying her face on the crook of my neck.
—You had a rehearsal two hours ago.
—Well, it's over. Go back to sleep.
—I have to go—I sat up.
—Okay—she yawned turning her back on me.
—See you soon?
—Got any plans tonight?—she said without moving.
—Yeah—I lied.
—Cancel them.
—I will—I smiled, got dressed, left a kiss on her cheek and went outside.