“Ow! So aggressive. Why?” He chuckles.
“You taunted me. That’s what you get,” I say firmly.
“Oh, what’s that? Is it jealousy?”
“Shut up, or I’ll kick higher!”
“Ha-ha. Did I hit a nerve? Don’t worry, I’ll stop… for now.” He sips from his cup.
I’m smiling at him.
Wait a minute.Smiling?My brain caught up just now. This is a good moment, and I need to remind myself where I am and where we’re going.
The smile fades.
“What’s wrong?” he says.
“Do you think Leon will show up?” I barely whisper.
He looks around before answering. “It’s a possibility that I’m not willing to rule out. That’s why I came prepared, don’t you worry about that.” He taps the left side of his ribcage. My guess is that’s where he keeps his gun holstered.
The rest of the breakfast continues without conversation, not because we don’t have anything to talk about, but because we’re hungry.
I finish my stuff and stand up. Bruno grabs my wrist while almost choking with the last piece of his muffin.
“Where are you going?” He says or tries to while munching.
“To the toilet. Where else would I go?”
“I’ll tag along.” What?
“Last time I checked, you weren’t allowed in the women’s toilet.”
“This is a Starbucks, there are no gender-specific toilets. Plus, nobody will notice if we sneak in there together.” Fuck, he’s right. He stands up, grabs our empty cups and our used napkins and trashes them in a bin on our way to the toilet.
“Wait here.” He goes in first, makes a few noises and comes back a few seconds later. “Okay, come in.”
“Aren’t you going to wait outside? This toilet is too small for two, and I can’t go if you’re looking at me like that.”
“Uhm… No, not leaving, but I can totally turn around.” He chuckles.
“Fine! But at least open the faucet to mask the sound.”
“Not gonna work, they are motion-activated.”
“Then start waving your hands like a magician until I’m done.” He sighs.
“Make it quick.”
“Rushing me will only delay it more.”
I pull my dress up, pee really quick, wash my hands and we both walk out of the toilet.
We’re holding hands, walking through the hallway that separates the toilet from the tables and the ordering line. Out of the blue, he throws me on a couch to my left, I fall on it, he drops on top of me and starts to kiss me passionately. At first, I want to push him away, but the softness of his lips kind of talk me out of it. His hand reaches my neck and tightens the grip.
Now I’m melting.
His tongue is practically fucking my mouth. I’m gasping for air; I could die right now, and I’d be happy.
