Another Night

Chapter 11 - Clandestino

After a long day of hiking and then gaining all those calories back with a full lunch, everyone was back at the hotel and ready to just relax before our trip back to Cartagena the following morning.

Everyone went to their own room or to go hang out for a bit, but I needed to go straight to my room and shower because I was a mess.

When I finally got out of the shower, I got a call from Samantha and I was too tired to get ready as she spoke to me so I just lied down in my towel.

"My legs are killing me," I said.

"Mine too," Samantha spoke. "The guys had me training with them."

"Oh no," I laughed. "I feel bad for you, but that also sounds amazing."

"It was!" She exclaimed.

"Do they have a good chance for the match tomorrow?"

"Are you kidding me? James' hometown, that place is going wild and we are beating Cameroon."

"Yes, please," I smiled.

"How's it going with the boyfriend?"

"No such thing!" I said. "We aren't official."

"So it's just a fling?" She asks.

"I hope not," I say. "I really like this kid. I'll make an effort to go see him later and tomorrow when the guys are busy watching Colombia's match. This is the final match for Colombia in the group stage, I'm going out to celebrate the win tomorrow night."

"I wish I could join you," she started. "But I'll be celebrating with the team themselves."

"I hate you," I begin to chuckle.

"Hey, listen," Samantha said. "You gotta take care of this Mario kid, we can't have him ruining you and Marco."

"The funny thing is, they're best friends."

"So, they have good taste," Samantha spoke. "They can't share you."

"Oh, believe me," I said. "That's not happening. Marco gets mad all the time and I tell him I can't really shut him down that easily because he'll get mad and then it'll show on the pitch."

"But you're willing to let your boyfriend get mad about that and show it himself on the pitch."

"He can handle it," I defend myself.

"We both know no guy can," Samantha spoke sternly.

"You're right," I sighed. "I should talk to Mario."

"The flirting even hurts me," Samantha jokes and I laugh.

Then there was a knock at my door.

"Shit," I go. "I'm not dressed."

"I bet that's Marco," Samantha cheers as I hurriedly get some shorts and a shirt on.

"What makes you think that?" I ask.

"He always pops up when we're on the phone," she explained. "It's like he knows we're talking about him."

"To be fair," I grabbed my phone off the bed and placed it to my ear as I walked to the door. "We did talk about Colombia for a minute or two."

When I swung the door open, Marco was standing there with a smile on his face.

"Was I right?" Samantha asks.

"Yep," I smile. "Gotta go."

"Have fun," she spoke before I ended the call.

"Samantha?" Marco chuckles as he comes into my room.

"Who else?" I smile as I lock the door.

"I made my way to you because I knew you'd be in pain."

"It's not fair," I say. "I used to hike all the time when I was younger."

Marco began to laugh as he sat down on my bed.

"Did you just get out the shower?" He asks.

"Did the hair give it away?" I ask as I feel my damp hair.

"No," he smirks. "Your shirt's sticking to you," he begins to laugh and I quickly cross my arms across my chest.

"I am not decent!" I begin to walk over to my luggage to get a darker shirt and a bra.

"Come here," Marco urges me. "Leave it, I quite like it."

I smile to myself before turning around and doing as he says.

"Wanna go get some ice cream?" I ask in between kisses as I straddle him.

"I was thinking maybe we could stay in the rest of the night," he smiles and digs his fingertips a little deeper into my hips.

"Ask and you shall receive," I smiled before kissing him.

I set my limits of course, it's only been five days since we got together and I'm not one to rush, no matter how short this cup is going to last.

About two hours later, when Marco and I were just talking on my bed and having a laugh, there was a knock at my door.

Marco and I sprung up and I got up from the bed.

"Go," I pointed at the closet. "Go hide!"

"Do I have to?" He asked. "Just go find out who it is-"

"Go!" I whispered making Marco get up and open the sliding door.

"Don't come out no matter what," I ordered him as I shut the door for him.

I took a look through the peephole and exhaled.

"Hi, Mario," I said loudly for Marco to hear and ease up.

"Mara," Mario smiled before letting himself in.

Then I heard the sliding doors open and my eyes widened at the sight of Marco.

"Marco," Mario said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Talking with Mara," he stood up straight and I could feel the testosterone filling the room. "What about you?"

"I came to do the same," Mario grinned. "The guys have been looking for you, should I go tell them you were here the whole time?"

"No, no," Marco stayed calm while I was dying behind Mario. "Don't do that. It looks kind of bad, you know?"

"It sure does," Mario chuckled. "So, what was there to talk about?"

"Money," Marco spoke before I could think of something.

Mario looked over to me.

"One mark is almost two thousand pesos," I smiled.

"So," Mario started. "Are you two going to take long?"

"He was just leaving," I take a step forward and Mario turns to look at me, giving Marco some time to make a face at me.

I take Marco by the arm and walk down the hall that leads to the door after Mario says bye to him and heads over to my bed.

"Are you crazy?" Marco whispers.

"I can't risk it," I whisper back. "I'll have him out of here in no time."

"I'm starting to think you like him," Marco spoke making me stop in my tracks.

"No," I shook my head. "I like you."

"Whatever," Marco said before leaving.

"Come back later," I pleaded and got no response.

"Do you and Marco have a thing?" Mario blatantly asks when I get back to him.

"No," I shake my head.

"Okay, good," he smiled. "That means I can ask you out."

"No, it doesn't mean that," I disagree. "Mario, I'm flattered but I was going to bed-"

"I see," he gets up and heads towards the door. "I'll try again some other time."

"Goodnight," I ignore his last comment before shutting the door.

I spent the rest of the night waiting for Marco, but he never showed.