“And since when receptionists in motels like this bring room service?”
“Since never. We just had an agreement involving presidents.” He opens a beer can.
I let the subject go because either this pizza smells extremely good, or I’m hungrier than I first thought. We both eat like savages; it looks like I wasn’t the only one craving for food.
While I’m eating, I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking of. I for one am thinking about the cemetery and the situation that went down there. I’m ashamed of myself, for being that blind and stubborn. He specifically told me that something like that could happen, and it did. I put both of us at risk. Somehow, he knows I’m thinking and feeling this way. There’s this smirk on his face, and I can’t decide which expression it’s communicating, ‘I feel guilty’ or ‘I told you so.’ Probably a little bit of both.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Almost nine. Get some rest, we’re moving in a few hours.”
I look around the room for the first time since I got here; of course, it’s hideous, and there’s an awful smell. We should open a window, but I’m certain it’s not safe.
There’s a queen bed sporting a layer of dust on top, a bedside table with a working alarm clock which is surprisingly on time. There’s also a pair of old stools we just used to sit down and eat that yummy pizza. Judging by their condition, we were lucky neither of them broke in half. There’s a spot on the carpet that shows there used to be a couch which was recently removed for a reason I’m not sure I want to know. In short, there’s no other surface where Bruno can rest… Fuck my luck.
“Yeah, right,”Life mumbles.
I open the sheets and I decide there’s no way I’m sleeping without this dress. I pick up the pillow and I dust it with my hands a bit. Bruno picks up the bed cover and folds it in half, making it gain some height, then places it on the floor and stands by it, looking at it with frustration.
I sigh. “Bruno, don’t be ridiculous, you can take the other side of this bed.” He turns his head and looks at me over his shoulder with a frown on his face, as usual. He has already taken off his suit and tie. His shirt sleeves are rolled up past his elbows. This image makes him look younger.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I understand his concerns, but I can’t let him sleep on the floor like some stray dog, not after what we went through today.
“Are you going to make me beg you to come and sleep beside me? Come on, just walk over here and do it.” I don’t have to insist on it much more, he clearly wants to sleep on the mattress. He takes the gun holster off and puts it on the bedside table. Then, he enters the bed fully dressed, and I mean FULLY dressed— shoes and everything. I’m baffled, looking at him go about this. He’s clearly trying to make this as comfortable as he can… for me. He lies face up looking not relaxed at all. He reminds me of a mummy in a sarcophagus. I’m trying to keep it together and not laugh, but I fail and chuckle. I turn my back against him so that he won’t see me smile.
His presence fills the entire room. It doesn’t really matter if he’s by my side or not, having him around relaxes me, it makes me feel safe and that allows me to fall sound asleep in a matter of seconds.
Something brushes my stomach and I open my eyes frightened. The alarm clock reads 02.01 a.m. I still can’t focus, but now I don’t have to, I just felt it— it’s Bruno’s hand making its way towards my waist. I look up his arm until I reach his shoulder; then I realize he’s the closest he’s ever been.
It feels good.
It feels very good.
I take a deep breath to try and calm my nerves. I come to my senses and move a few inches away from him, even though I want to feel his warmth, to try to prevent the unavoidable shame. But that movement only makes Bruno’s subconsciousness aware that I’m moving away, and he grabs me once again.
Goddammit.
“Oh, now you remember him?”Life says while laughing out loud.
By the way, he breathes, followed by a small snore, I can tell he’s sound asleep.
What should I do?
“Sarah,” he moans in my ear.
I turn immediately to look at him. His eyes are closed, and his mouth moves as if he’s chewing something. I thrust my hip back and hit him with my butt, trying to wake him up. But it doesn’t work; instead, he clinches me once again and I can feel his dick aligning with my ass crack.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
An involuntary moan spouts from my mouth, blatantly exposing what I really feel.
Jesus fucking Christ!
