Rage

♠TWENTY♠

•Salvatore Camara•

Javi is out of the restroom, and i see Raquel staring back at me like she's waiting for me to explain myself. I take her in, for the millionth time today, thick curls, hazel eyes, pink lips, slender-like body, and those tanned long legs.

If i wasnt an asshole, i would have told her how beautiful she looked, not just today but every living day.

"Is it just me or are you guys that blind?" She asks, i arch my eyebrows.
"What are you saying?" I ask, watching her. "Never mind" she scoffs, rolling something in her fist tighter, my eyes linger on her hand. "Your girlfriend" she says, snapping me back to her. "You said you weren't into brunettes" she adds.

"What did she tell you" i ask already losing interest on this subject. "She said you owed her a ring, and she's all yours" she says, her eyes focused on the sink.

"Its not very nice to keep a lady waiting for soo long" she adds "you're buying this?" i ask rubbing my temple.

"My family thinks she's a perfect wife, her father thinks im a perfect husband and i completely disagree. I dont know where a ring comes in, with any of these" i state.

"Well, she doesnt know that" she says, i sigh. "Can we talk about something else" i plead. "Something else, something like; why the hell are you in the ladies restroom?" She asks standing infront of me, i take in her thick airy scent. With her this close im not sure i can do as much as think properly.

"Because you're supposed to be next to me" i state. "The real question is; why are you here?" I ask.

"What is the restroom for?" she states, i look around our surrounding. "Sex and intoxication" i say, just to piss her off  "You're really insane" she says fixing her hair. "Well im not wrong" i say. "So you're comfortable walking into a PG-18 scene?" She asks.

"If the doer's have no problem doing the PG-18 in a public restroom, i dont see any need to feel agitated. Besides everyone just sticks to their own business" i say, waiting for her to make a skeptical remark.

The silence held between us seems suitable, its a silence that fits just right, hanging in the air with the weight of what’s unsaid as our eyes watch eachother.

I narrow my eyes at her when she raises a glass of vodka to her lips. "Don't drink that," i said, calm but warning.

Raquel sighs before rolling her eyes "And what are you going to do about it?" She's really getting on my nerve.

She watches me as she connects the glass to her mouth, the liquid sliding in. But before she could swallow, I captured her lips in a swift motion stealing the drink from her mouth. I pulled back slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, gaze locked on hers.

"This," I said, My voice rough.

For a moment, she's frozen, She stares at me, heart racing, probably searching for a comeback, something that would maintain the upper hand.

"I warn—" Without warning, she grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me roughly towards her. Our lips connect again, this time in a heated, urgent kiss, her fingers tightening in the fabric of my shirt as if to anchor herself. I deepened the kiss as my body towers hers.

Its almost like we are fighting for our lives, like a battle we refused defeat, raw and full of everything unsaid between us.

I grab her both thighs and sit her on the slab, as my hands caress her waist. I press my lips on her shoulders blades softly. "You really shouldnt have worn this stupid dress Raquel" i whisper, slightly nipping on her neck, as she softly winces at my action.