Jazmin

Chapter 1 Part 4

  -I'm Jazz, nice to meet you. I'm surprised I've never seen you before. How do you know Lisa?

-I'm Lisa's cousin. I'm from Camagüey. I used to live in a little house in the middle of the countryside. The stars were beyond amazing there. It's my first time in Havana.

- That's so weird! Lisa has never mentioned you before. She complains all the time about not having a family and being so so alone. I guess everyone has their little secrets

- Actually, I just met Lisa. I moved here last week. I'm waiting for the visa from the Spanish embassy and all the processes are faster in the capital. I sold my house and contacted Lisa. I'm supposed to be out of this shithole country by next month.

-Huh. So, you are one of those who leaves at the first opportunity. Where is your sense of patriotism? Don't insult my island, we may have our problems, but our land is beautiful, and you know what they say about the people that forget their roots: If you don't love the motherland, forget about loving anyone.

- Don't judge me, Jaz. You don't know what I had to go through. I love this place as much as you. I'm going to miss the rose gold sunrises, the songs of the rooster, the mountains that decorated the horizon of my house. Hell, I'm even going to miss my neighbors spying on me every day. But for me the island is more beautiful from abroad, easier to love completely. I'll write to you from Spain, you know, give you an opportunity to complain about what a bad patriot I am.

- Don't be silly, we just met- said Jazmin rolling her eyes- I must go now, it's getting late.

-Yeah but I feel like I have known you for a while. All Lisa does it talk about how awesome and beautiful you are, and I must tell you, she is not mistaken. Let me walk you to your house, it's dangerous for a beautiful woman like you to be alone in the streets at this hour.

- I can take care of myself but thank you.

- Please let this country boy walk you out, you can show me the streets of this city that you seem to love so much.

Jazmin wanted to be able to say no but her body felt like a magnet, gravitating towards Pablo. She desired to be next to him, always, to touch every fiber of his curly hair. She suspected that under his shirt, he hid a body that was perfect, an incarnation of the male Greek statues that she saw naked everyday outside of her university.

-Ok, you can walk me out. I live two blocks away from here.

- Perfect, let me get my coat.

They walked silently for the first block. Sometimes Jazmin looked to see his expressions. She wanted to know why he was so quiet now. She liked the way he walked; so sure of himself. She was nervous and tried actively to hide her feelings by walking fast and not making eye contact. When they got to her block, he rubbed his finger against her hand. She thought it was a mistake and moved her hand away. Then he grabbed her hand, strongly and interweaved his fingers with hers. She didn't move her hand.

- We are here- she said

-Nice to meet you Jaz.

And before he left, he grabbed her once more, now touching her everywhere: her hands, her buttocks and her hair. He kissed her and she felt alive. She kissed him back, now grabbing his body, confirming her theory about his perfect body as she let her hands investigate what hid under his clothes. She felt his pants poking her. He pulled away, gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked away.