Underwater

We got settled in fast. It was already dark when we finished tidying up the place. It was old, but it holds. As always, I cook dinner, while my boyfriend sets up the romantic table for two with candles and roses. We ate, and talked, and joked about stuff. He poured me a glass of red wine he brought from home.

When I was washing the dishes, my boyfriend sneaked up behind, wrapped his arms around me, and moved his hands up and down my torso. He kissed my neck and it tickled me. He knows about that.

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.” He whispered into my ear.
He kissed me one more time and let me go. I could hear his footsteps going to my old bedroom, the door creaked open and closed. I had to finish washing these dishes fast!

I opened the door and — to my surprise — he already lit the candles and spread rose petals and his clothes all over the floor. He lays there on the bed, covering the lower half of his body, with his eyes tempting me to come forward. As I approached, he rose up and locked his lips into mine while unbuttoning my shirt. I wrapped my arms around him and caressed his muscular back. What happened next is something I can’t describe in intelligible human language.