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Part 22

What can I say, life was great and I'm just about to meet my mates over a beer. I had walked with Billie halfway in the morning towards the theater before heading home, although I would have preferred to stay in bed with her. God, I didn't get enough of her, and we'd probably had sex five times during the night, six times if you count this morning.

Was that normal? I can't remember me and Alva having that much sex, although we also had a lot of it. If we continued like this, I would soon have abrasions on my cock.

I knocked on Thomas' door and stepped inside. I continued toward the living room where Thomas, Erik, and Viktor were sitting on the couch with beer in their hands. "Sorry if I'm late," I said, looking towards Viktor. The thing was, me and Viktor could talk, but it wasn't like before between us.

I called him yesterday because I was such a good friend who thought he could pick up his girlfriend, as I didn't want to give the wrong impression. Besides, Alva wasn't my responsibility anymore, although I cared very much about her.

"Sit down and have a beer," said Thomas, and I sat down. "You look tired," said Erik, and Viktor laughed briefly. "Of course, he looks tired, he's been fucking all night," said Viktor, finding himself hilarious. I grabbed a beer from the table and put my arm on the backrest of the couch.

"Who are you fucking with?" asked Thomas surprised and I felt their eyes on me. "Just a girl I'm seeing," I replied briefly, taking a sip. "Oh, so you're dating now?" said Viktor in surprise.

"Do you have a problem with that?" I asked, looking at Viktor. "No, of course not. I know you were attracted to her, so I'm happy for you," said Viktor, taking a sip.

"Do we know her?" asked Erik curiously. "No, she's not from here."

"Is she hot?" asked Thomas, expecting me to show a picture of her. "Yeah, she's hot. She's driving me crazy," I said, grinning as I thought of her. "So, it's serious?" asked Erik.

"Yeah, I would like to think so. At least I hope it can lead to something serious." I don't know how I thought it could get serious when I knew she was going to travel to the other side of the world, not that I had a problem with distance relationships, but I was hoping to persuade her to stay. "But she's going back to Australia, isn't she?" asked Viktor and I nodded softly. "Unless I can persuade her to stay."

"You know she has to apply for permission to stay. She can't just stay here because she or you want to," said Thomas, picking up the phone from the table. "How does she apply for it?" I asked him.

My stomach clenched. I've heard about it before, that you have to apply for permission to stay in other countries, but it wasn't something I had thought about regarding Billie.

"She has to apply to immigration and then wait. I think She needs to go back to her home country for three months and then she can come back to Sweden for three months," said Thomas and started to google about it.

"I thought she could be here three months but have to go back to her home country for six months?" said Erik.

"Wille, don't look too concerned. Why not just start dating a girl in Stockholm or Uppsala? Gävle? Or why not Hudiksvall? Why date a girl who lives on the other side of the world?" said Viktor. Not that I agreed with him, but he had a point. Of course, it would have been easier to have a Swedish girlfriend, but now I happened to like this girl.

Throughout the day, I thought about what Thomas and Erik said about permission to stay in Sweden. I read myself about it as soon as I got home and the more, I read, the more I felt the hopelessness grow. I was about to meet Billie soon and had no idea if I should continue this or end it.

I grabbed my black jacket as it started to rain. Typical Swedish summer, I thought as I stepped out the door. I started walking with quick steps towards Billie's apartment, as she was about to meet me halfway. My heart ached and I more or less felt empty and confused inside, not to mention scared to get hurt.

'Don't let yourself be hurt this time.'

"William!" she shouted as she was jogging towards me. She jumped up into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck.

'Then I saw your face.'

"Have you missed me?" she asks, looking at me excitedly.

'And your smile.'

"Every second," I replied, hearing her giggle before kissing me passionately.

'Then your kiss is so soft.'

"You'll get wet if we stay here," I said, feeling water dripping from my wet hair. "I don't care. I just want to kiss you."

'And your touch is so warm.'

'You are falling William.'

A rush of happiness filled my body from her words and I confess . . . I was in love. Madly in love with this woman in front of me and probably no one would take me seriously if I told them after just days with her, but it was the truth. I was in love, and I was in love with her.