Alvaro and I ran up the spiral stairs , to his room. He slammed the door closing us off to the rest of the house.
" so , board games or a nice little horror movie now? Thank god we got away from that table " Alvaro sighed a breath of relief.
I sat down on the bed next to him.
" everything okay , you know you can talk to me "
Mercedes and Ramiro's marriage was barely one these days and Alvaro was caught in the middle. I saw my reflection and pain in his. I put my hand on his as they intwined together. He turned his head to face me finally after a minute of silence.
I matched his gaze , my own eyes softening.
And then it happened
Our eyes met, a magnetic pull drawing them closer. Time seemed to slow as we leaned in, feeling the electric tension between us. lips brushed delicately at first, a tentative exploration of longing. As the world disappeared around us, the kiss deepened, becoming a passionate dance of shared desire. In that fleeting moment, nothing else mattered; only the warmth of our connection lingered in the sweet embrace. Years. We waited years for this. For us. The intoxicating blend of passion and vulnerability in a stolen moment .
That was until our stolen moment was stolen. In through the door came the one and only Ramiro Achaval. The door flew open and suddenly Alvaro was yanked away from me.
" what do you think your doing son"
Ramiro's undertone was fueled by jealousy, one that Alvaro did not understand.
" Dad what are you doing ? It was just a kiss "
" How long has this been going on ?"
This time his question was for Me.
He was angry? So was I. If that's how he wanted to play it , so be it.
" Does it matter? We're adults now Mr. Archval. "
" is that so querida? Son you are to keep your distance from her until you two come to your senses ."
And before I could blink Alvaro and Ramiro were inches away from eachother, Alvaro staring down at his father.
Never in my life have I seen Alvaro so infuriated.
" That's not happening "
" excuse me ?"
" Did he stutter Mr.Ramiro , I don't think so. "
