Help me to love again (finished)

Chapitre 14: « We can't continue like that Porsche. »

Vegas

I like this Pete more and more. I understand Porsche who fell in love with him. I don't know this alpha male yet well enough, but I can say that he is lucky to have a boyfriend like Pete. He is cute, shy, docile... everything I like about someone.

One of my sources of inspiration told me that it is not because the place is already taken that we cannot try our luck. Porsche, get ready for me to steal from you Pete. I need it.

I put my phone in my pocket, after this rascal hung up on me. I love everything that is inaccessible and now that I have his mobile number, I will be able to communicate with him whenever I want and where I want, whether as part of studies... or not...

I am currently at the University Library, where I started working on the courses Pete sent me? It's incredible how well done and very complete they are. No wonder he's the class leader.

I make my files quite quickly in general but now I decided to take my time and hang out. In fact, I'm thinking of Pete. This boy really intrigues me. I don't know why.

It is often said that the most beautiful feelings are those that we cannot explain. Would it be applicable in my case? No doubt, since I smile like an idiot just thinking about Pete's shy face.

Pete... Pete... Pete...

What a nice name for someone who really is.

During the Court of Business Law, I observed it discreetly. His black hair cut elegantly and fell on his forehead, which was agitated at the slightest of his movements.... The dimples in the hollows of his cheeks that formed when he smiled...his smile...can we talk about it?

He literally sent me butterflies in my stomach.

I put my pen and put my head in my hands, hiding the radiant smile I'm making.

The last time I reacted like this was when I fell in love with Kim.

Could it be...what is happening with Pete?

Gods whom I deeply hope so.

While waiting to see him again this afternoon, I go back to work, with a joyful heart.

Pete

I finished telling my hotel boss and the restaurant boss that neither I nor Porsche are going to work at home tonight. I invented a fever for Porsche and the reason that I had to stay close to him to take care of him.

My boss tonight told me that there was no problem, that anyway he would call me to warn me that I should not come because someone had to make up for hours. Good news in the middle of my misfortune, he keeps me my salary tonight so I won't have any penalty in my next pay. I'm happy.

Porsche will certainly have some since he is not going to show up at the restaurant. It's well done for him. Let this serve as a lesson for him. He beat me, I defended myself. It's as simple as that.

Now I find myself with my lower back and front of my torso and my right hand bandaged. I put compresses on my body in all the places where I have bruises. I feel like a mummy out of her tomb.

I also laughed on my own while looking at myself in the ice. It is better to laugh than to cry about things that happen in life.

I have to suffer from emotional instability to be able to change my mood like that.

10 minutes ago I was on the ground crying and now I'm calm. I made myself something to eat but I'm going to wait a little before eating. I have to go and look at Porsche's condition and possibly call a doctor.