Standing there leaning against the wall, I smile at Oscar. Not nicely, but slyly. He just stares down at me. Before he can do anything, I slip out under his arms and run to the bathroom as good as I can. Before I close the door behind me I scream "but there's no fucking anytime soon!" Then I slam the door shut and make sure to lock it. I slide down the locked door until I sit on the bathroom floor. Then I start giggling. I don't know why because I'm actually craving for Oscars touch. He is so close but still i want to play with him a little. Its been so long since I've let myself live.
Behind the door, Oscar is beating against it. But not like knocking, but so hard I am worried he is going to break through the wooden thing. Not paying attention to that I go into the shower and wash off all the sweat and dirt and misery of the gone by weeks.
When I get out of the shower and am all wrapped up in a towel, I listen towards the door. Oscar is banging on the door again. In the process he screams furiously in Swedish. It just makes me giggle again. "You think this is funny? You stupid girl! You know what? When you're getting out of that room I won't care that you're a damn virgin! You'll see what you've got from that." He shouts desperately. Now I actually have to laugh. Its the first time for weeks. I don't mean that mean, winning laugh. But a nice happy loud laugh that comes from the heart. I laugh until it is quiet on the other side of the door. When my laugh has subsided, I listen if he's still there.
"Open the door."
His dark voice sounds through the wood. This plead sounds so sweet that I instantly follow it. I unlock the door and slowly open it. There he is. Unlike any other time I've spent with him I am not able to read the expression that's on his face. His hands are leaning on either side of the doorframe and he looks right at the, more than in one way, wet me. "Admit it. I'm like lasagne. You can't live without me." He says as sweet as before.
"No you're like a coffee stain. No one needs you but you're still there and hard to get rid of." I tease him.
"OK now you're being mean." He says. I laugh again. There's no specific reason to do that. But I laugh anyway. It feels so light and easy to laugh. It feels good. After a few seconds of laughing I see how Oscar looks at me. There is something within his eyes I can't really catch. It does make me uncomfortable. So I slip past him.
Before I can reach the bed though, Oscars arms wrap around my waist. "You're not running away from me again." He groans into my ear from behind. "Oscar I'm wet." I say. "Oh honey I know you don't have to tell me that" he turns me around so I look into his smirking face. "I mean my entire body and my hair is wet." I laugh at his comment about my lady parts. "Oh I can see that." He laughs with me.
"And I'm not really into that sex thing today... Can we do it some other time when I'm not this exhausted?" I sigh and his hands stroke my arms.
"How about I blow dry your hair and then we can just talk and enjoy each others presence. OK?" He says with a soft voice that makes my heart beat faster.
"You wanna blow dry my hair?" I ask unbelieving. "I do cause I want to spent every minute by your side." He gives me a kiss on the lips and I sigh in relief. This is what I want. Then he runs into the bathroom and comes back with a silver hairdryer. In the meantime I have sat down on the bed and unraveled my hair from the towel. I watch Oscar plugging the thing in and jumping on the spot behind me. Not much longer and the hot air comes brushing over my wet hair.
Oscars hands follow the stream and my think hair slowly starts drying.
"OK this is so weird..." I state.
"What why?" He asks.
"Because you're oddly good at this..." I tell the truth. He is good at blow drying my hair. Like really good. Almost like a professional.
"I used to have long hair sweetie. Not that my current length is short.."
"What? How long?" I ask
"Like shoulder length. And NO I am not gonna show you pictures!" As I try to picture Oscar with long hair a laugher comes out of my mouth again. No reply comes from Oscar and so I slowly calm down again. After some more silence, a thought builds up in my mind. "Oscar what is your goal in life?" I ask. For a second I think he hasn't heard me. But then he turns off the hairdryer. My hair is done so I turn around to face him. His expression is serious.
"Remember your laugh from before?"
I nod.
"I want to make you laugh like this for the rest of our lives. And I don't ever want to see you as sad and miserable as you were when I approached." He takes my face between his hands and kisses me gently. I give in to it. Of course. I couldn't do otherwise.
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