Seasons of Love || Richard Camacho

37

May 13th

Richard woke me up three times this night to ask me if I was okay and I wanted to slap his beautiful face every time he did. And now it's early in the morning and I can't sleep anymore. I softly nudge Richard and again and again. I keep nudging him until he wakes up. 'What?' 'I can't sleep anymore.' He groans and pulls me closer, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. His breath tickles my skin and I giggle, it makes him smile. I let my fingers softly tickle his back and Richard makes a pleased sound. After a while I feel his lips in my neck, pressing soft kisses there. I feel a funny feeling spreading through my body and I press my body closer to his. My fingers move to the back of his head, tangling in his hair. He kisses his way up, pressing kisses all over my face. When my mouth is the only spot un-kissed, he leans back a little to look into my eyes. Do I want this? Am I going to let him? Yes. I do want this. He can kiss me. I lean in the slightest bit and then the phone rings. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Richard rolls away from me and I want to scream. He picks up the phone and hangs up. 'Wake up service. Our flight leaves in a few hours.' I sigh and tell Richard that I am going to pack my stuff. I feel a bit groggy, but I am excited for Miami. I kiss Richard on his cheek before I go to my room. Maybe it was a sign, maybe we weren't supposed to kiss. Ugh. When I enter my room, I try to be as quiet as possible. Luckily, the girls are not here, so I can pack my suitcase without worrying about the girls waking up. After a quick shower, I put on the jeans I bought yesterday. Shopping with Richard was fun, but a non-stop discussion about who was going to pay for everything. So we decided that he could pay for all the trousers and I would pay for the dresses and tops. I was happy with my purchases yesterday, but now I'm having a hard time putting everything in my suitcase. After repacking for the third time, it fits and I am ready to go.

We're at the breakfast table and everyone is asking me questions. About the guy who drugged me, about how I am feeling right now, if I am going to be okay with flying. 'Okay guys, calm down. It was a shitty experience, but I am okay now.' They all nod and go back to eating. Then Joel starts laughing out of nowhere. 'What's funny?' Zabdiel asks. 'I just realised.' He starts laughing again. 'We're having breakfast with Tiffany.' He starts humming the fucking song and then starts laughing again. And so does everyone else. 'Yeah, very funny.' I am happy when it's time for Richard and I to go. We hug everyone and then go outside where a car is waiting for us. Ever since Richard invited me, I have been excited and giddy. Right now, I am nervous. I am going to be alone with Richard for a long time. What if things get awkward? What if we run out of topics to talk about? What if we turn out to be the worst match ever? My worries slightly fade away when Richard's fingers start playing with mine. I feel him staring and try not to look at him. When I see him look away, it's my turn to look at him. He stares out the window with a smile on his face. He is so cute.

'You look stupid.' I giggle while reaching for his sunglasses. 'You saw the girls at the show, right. Some of them are crazy. I want a nice time here at the airport with you and I don't feel like being recognized today. So deal with my stupid look for two hours please.' He looks a bit frustrated and I get why. It's not like he wants to wear a cap, sunglasses and a scarf while he's inside. We check in our suitcases and go through security, where Richard has to get rid of his disguise for a few minutes. I smile at him. 'What's wrong? My hair?' He runs his hand through his hair and I shake my head. 'You are incredibly handsome.' He looks a bit surprised by the compliment. He pulls me to his side and kisses my temple. 'You are quite a sight yourself.' I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder. Waiting in line is not my favorite thing to do, but Richard's arms around me, make it a bit more bearable.

We hold hands when the plane takes off and we watch two movies together on the small screen. And it feels nice. It actually feels like we're a couple. Which we are of course. I am about to tell him that it feels strange to think that we're actually a couple, but he has fallen asleep. Good idea. I rest my head against his shoulder and decide to take a nap as well.

When I wake up, Richard is already awake and playing a game on his phone. 'Hey.' 'Hi.' He kisses my nose and tells me we're almost there. 'I am so excited.' He smiles and tells me about how his family is visiting the Dominican Republic and how sad he is about the fact that I won't be able to meet them. 'I will meet them next time, no worries babe.' He looks at me with puppy eyes. 'Next time? Babe?' I softly punch his shoulder and laugh. 'Yeah. We're a couple so I'm allowed to say babe, right? And I hope you'll invite me to Miami more often.' He just smiles, nods and takes my hand in his. 'Of course I will, mi amor.' The butterflies in my stomach are happy.