𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. - 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐

undressed.

From this distance, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes were focused on me but at the same time drifting away.

"Andy we need to talk."

"What is it?" he asks, having no clue.

"Why is Joanna here? And why she said she was invited by you?" I take the glass of champagne from his hand. He looks at mine, taking the drink away from him and he seems annoyed.

"What is the matter with you?" he asks, angrily.

"What is the matter with you? You invited your ex to an event in which your so called girlfriend is attending with you?" my voice gets louder.

"So called girlfriend" he repeats, and something in his tone make me wanna regret it.

That's how I feel. I shouldn't hide this from him. I got to be honest.

"Sometimes, things feel so right between us that I forget that you still love her and still care about her."

He looks down on his feet. He knows it is true.

"So this silence from you means that it is true?" I ask sadly.

"I care about you so bad... I'm crazy about you. But it is so hard to be with someone so insecure like you."

That was a slap on my face.

"Insecure? You say that I'm your girlfriend but you love her? What kind of relationship is this if you love someone that it is not in the relationship? I can't tell you how I feel because I don't know your feelings about me. It is so clear your love for her, but I don't know where we're going with this. Is really hard to be with someone that can't be with me physically and mentally." I give in to the despair. I sit on this stuffed chair below this big abstract painting.

"I have already told you I'm crazy about you, what else do you want from me?"

"Passion can be temporary. Maybe these feelings you have are to fill the void of an empty relationship with someone else. You are seeking comfort in somebody else."

All we can hear now is the music playing on the ballroom, but with the door closed, I can barely recognize it. His hands rest on his hips and his eyes look for something to stare, so he don't need to awkwardly stare at me.

"What you wanna do about it?" he asks, but his eyes are not on me.

"I don't know Andrew, I really don't. This is your business, she is your ex. Not mine."

"I wanna make you happy. I wanna devote myself to you in ways that I have only dreamt about" he goes on his knees and his eyes meet mine. My urge to kiss him rises on me.

"Andy, if I could give you the world, I would. The only world I can give you is mine, and I thought it was enough for us."

"Babe, this is all I want. I wanna share my world with you too. No... I wanna give you my world. I hope that's enough for you."

"This is all I ever wanted form you. Andy I care about you, and when I got myself in this, I knew what was happening and I expected it. But I didn't know it was gonna be that hard to deal with."

"Well, I can't kick her out of the party, but we can make our party here" his drunk voice gets me.

"I would love that."

He smiles at me and presses his lips on mine. The heat of his tongue warms me from the inside out, and all I wanna do is rip off his clothes and mine. His arms embrace my back, lifting me up from the chair. We walk towards the big bed of the room. His smile makes me forget all the arguing.

He lays me down on the bed and takes his shirt off along with his bow tie. My dress gets on the way of our skins so he rapidly takes the strings off my shoulders. His weight is on my body and the heat comes up to my neck, where he kisses gently. I let out a gasp out of my mouth and his teeth grab a piece of my skin.

He slips my dress off, revealing the inches of skin he never touched or sensed before. I unbutton his pants and he goes on his knees to take it faster. I can see him in a hurry and I crawl to the middle of the bed. His hands hold my hips while we tangle ourselves up in the sheets. His hands are fast and take out my panties. My face blushes, and my eyes can't stare at him. His lips go through my hips, ribs, brests, clavicule and neck. Our bodies are hidden under the white cold sheets.

He looks at me in the eyes, asking for permission. I nod with my head. His face is beside me and his shoulder is in front of my face so the only thing I can stare right now is the ceiling. His hip touches mine. Suddenly, he is inside me. I feel sore down there, maybe because I'm really nervous. His movements are smooth but strong and precise. He moans almost silently on my ear and for a moment, I turn my face to stare at him. He looks concentrated, but his eyes meet mine. A beautiful side smile appears on his lips.