Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 7: Nunca Me Olvides

I wake up to Zabdiel on top of me. I wiggle my way out of him because I really need to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. When I come back from the bathroom, Zabdiel is still sleeping. I lay down next to him to touch his face and play with his hair. He looks much younger sleeping, he's so beautiful.

"Buenos días, princesa." His sleepy voice is the sexiest thing I've ever heard. He's also shirtless, so he looks extra sexy.

"Ay, te levantaste. Estaba disfrutando tanto verte dormido." I fake a frown.

He hovers over me and begins to tickle me. He knows I'm very ticklish so I'm dying of laughter. I try to stop him but he's so strong.

"Espero que no haya interrumpido nada." My mom says as she enters the room and Zabdiel quickly climbs off of me.

"Lo siento, Isabel." He apologizes to my mom. My mom told him to call her by her first name.

"Todo bien," she says as she drinks her coffee. "Aquí los dejos por mientras entregó el carro de renta." She dismisses herself. My time here is being counted.

"Me voy a dar un baño." He tells me and gets his toiletry bag.

As he's walking to the bathroom that's in this room, I climb on his back.

"Señor De Jesus, hoy te acompañaré en tu baño." I joke with him but I would be down.

"Como quisiera pero eso sería una falta de respeto para tu mamá. Gane su confianza y no lo quiero arruinar." He sighs.

"Nos mata mi mamá." I laugh.

Thankfully I finish packing all of my clothes before he's finished showering.

"Yo te quería ayudar a empacar." He says.

Zabdiel's hair is wet and messy and only wearing a towel around his hips that hangs low enough to see his v-line. I feel like he's teasing me on purpose.

"Tenemos diferente ideas de empacar," I'm barely able to talk without being distracted. "Tú solo me ibas a hacer un desmadre."

"Me conoces tan bien." He smiles.

"Aquí está la camisa que te quitaste anoche." I try to hand him the black shirt that he was supposed to sleep in last night.

"Quédate con ella." He tells me.

"Ay, gracias." I thank him and put the t-shirt in my luggage.

"Dame un beso." He says and I do just that.

"Ve y ponte ropa antes de que te quite esa toalla." I dare to say as he's kissing my neck. If anything happens, it's his fault for teasing me.

I expect him to go back into the shower to change but he has the confidence to change right in front of me. I, of course, don't complain.

"¿Esto es lo qué pasa?" I laugh jokingly. "Un chamaco pierde su virginidad y le da la confianza de andar desnudo en frente de una niña."

"Tú no eres cualquiera." He says.

"Mejor me baño antes de caer en la tentación como sigues y sigues." I tell him and grab my clothes.

I'm dying to have his hands on me again and vice-versa but here isn't the right place. My mom can catch us and we definitely don't want that. Quizás mi primera vez fue incomoda al principio pero estuvo lleno de amor.

After my shower, I dress comfortably for the plane ride. My mom soon comes into the suite along with the bellman. The bellman places our luggage on the rack and once we have everything ready we check out of this suite. A taxi is already waiting for us outside the hotel to take us to the airport. Zabdiel comes into the taxi since the taxi is taking him home.

I walk into the airport along with my mom and Zabdiel. Zabdiel has some of my luggage in his hand while holding my hand with his other.

"Zabdiel, muchas gracias por hacer a mi hija tan feliz estos días y también gracias por ser un buen muchacho conmigo. Ya le di las gracias a tu mamá pero dile otra vez que muchas gracias por todo. Los voy a dejar que se despidan." My mom hugs Zabdiel and then leaves us two alone.

"Te voy a extrañar un montón." I tell him.

"Yo también te voy a extrañar como loco, tú me hiciste..." He doesn't finish his sentence instead he cries on my shoulder.

"Yo no me quiero ir pero lo tengo que hacer. Le doy gracias a dios y al destino por ponerme frente a ti." I'm also in a puddle of tears.

"Yo te pertenezco a ti, y tú me perteneces a mi. Le pido a dios que no cambien nada cuando ya no estemos juntos. Tengo miedo que te olvides de mí." He holds me in his arms.

"Mi lugar es junto a ti. Todos los días podemos hacer FaceTime y todas esas cosas." I explain to him.

"Flight to Los Angeles is getting ready to board." The announcer says and then repeats it in Spanish.

I want to get lost with Zabdiel so we can never be apart. That's an unrealistic fantasy but it's what's on my mind at the moment.

"Mija, ya nos tenemos que ir." My mom interrupts.

"Lo sé, dame unos más minutos." I tell her sobbing.

"¿Te puedo pedir algo?" I ask Zabdiel.

"Lo que sea." He says.

"Bésame, Zabdiel De Jesús." I demand.

He does as I tell him and holds my face while kissing me. I can feel the tears and desperation on his face and I'm pretty sure he can feel mine. I deepen the kiss by grabbing onto his hair. We stop but our eyes our closed and our noses our touching.

"Te amo, Cami." He tells me. "Adios, Camila."

"Te amo, Zabdi." I tell him as well. "Adios."

I walk towards security along with my mother. I know she's talking to me but I can't focus on what she's saying.

I hear Zabdiel call out my name and I turn around and he's running towards me. I jump into his arms and he carries me in his arms. I need this, he needs this. One last passionate kiss won't hurt anyone. Well it will hurt me in the way that I won't get to kiss him again.

"Así me tenía que despedir de ti." He says. "Adios, por ahora. No te olvides de mi."

I can't breathe properly or can't even see, all I see is blurry. I pass by security and then pass the gates. Before I realize it, I'm in my seat of the airplane.

I put my earphones on and look at all the pictures and videos Zabdi and I took. I soon fall asleep to escape this pain. Who knew my trip to Puerto Rico would turn into this. No me esperaba encontrar amor viniendo a Puerto Rico por la razón de que soy muy joven. Con razón le dicen a esta isla la isla del encanto.

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Merry Christmas Eve! Thank you for reading and I hope everyone enjoys their Christmas. ❤️