Bruno
Two weeks later.
I look at myself in the bathroom mirror and I can't get the damn panicky expression off my face.
I can't swallow, I'm out of saliva, so I start drinking tap water like a mad dog.
Shit.
The ring is hidden in my pocket; I know it’s there, because I had checked at least thirty-two times already.
Thirty-three.
I spent the whole week thinking about the right way to ask her, but I came to the stupid conclusion that I'm not cut out for it, Sarah knows, I'm not a romantic man, I can barely say a few romantic words without saying shit, fuck or let’s fuck in between.
“I'm home!” she shouts.
She went shopping with Amira.
“Shit.” I whisper.
I listen to Sarah's movements around the house, I still have a few more minutes to look at myself in the mirror and feel sorry for myself.
Enough!
I put my hand on the doorknob and turn it to go out to our bedroom. I look for her around the house, but she is nowhere in sight.
What is that noise, is it my heart?
I find Sarah admiring a rose garden that she had planted two weeks ago, some buds are already forming and that is enough to capture her attention for several minutes. Her ass is on the grass, her fingers touch and caress the leaves, while she whispers quiet words.
She always hears me coming, even when I try not to make noise, she explained that she recognizes my footsteps on any surface sincethatexperience.
She smiles at me and stands up, tapping her butt to remove the dirt.
“That's my job,” I demand.
She turns away from me, showing her perfect butt, and my hand taps the rest of the dirt off.
“Did I tell you I hate shopping?” she asks as she turns to face me.
“Yes, you also said you needed new clothes, so it was a necessary evil.”
“Right and did I tell you I missed you?” she whispers using her adorable tone of voice, which she only uses for me.
Without realizing, my arms are already holding her close to me, I don't want her far away.
“Do you have any idea what you do to this man when you’re gone for so many hours?” I hold her left hand and play with her fingers.
“No, tell me,” she says playfully.
“I go absolutely crazy, I want to find you and bring you back to me, my hands ache, I feel hunger and I have to use all my energy to contain myself to not throw you on this grass and fuck you like a beast.”
“Would you have believed me if I tell you I fantasied with that every minute since I went out?”
“Absolutely.” I nuzzled into her throat and kiss her neck.
She moans by my touch; I feel so captivated by her that I almost forget the question I need to ask her.
