“I didn’t hear you.”
“I can bevery quiet,” I say.
“Ah, the German stealth operative.” Mateo eyes me.
And then there’s a lot of hasty removal of clothes, because what we’re about to do is best done naked. Then Mateo reaches for the extra special oil, the kind where he can enter me, and then he slides into me.
It is wonderful.
“You’re so pretty,” I tell him.
He grins down at me.
I stare at his pretty pink cheeks and his dark eyes. “I love you, Mi Amor.”
He grins again. “I love you too, Schatz.”
He says the German word perfectly. Mateo is excellent at languages, and he’s been learning German.
And then we’re kissing. Which is the best thing in the world, despite how it looks strange in the movie theaters.
It feels like a cloud, and I, Florian Richter, am pro clouds.
I think again of the big balloon where I will propose. That, though, is for later. Today is here and I can celebrate it.
Mateo and I are together.
