I know this man.
I know him so well.
He is the one I talked to when I said I didn’t want him gone.
Francisco is warm and unstoppable, and it’s not natural for him to pretend that he’s cold. I know how he struggles with pulling himself back. And I see it now as his hands move over my body, and he deepens the kiss.
He sweeps me off my feet and carries me away, and we meet again, this time in my bed, both naked, my legs around him, the sex taking a back seat while his emotions speak.
His touch is warm and tender, and lustful at the same time. He doesn’t follow a script, doesn’t hold back, and there is no plan of any kind in place. He just moves into my body without rushing or chasing his relief.
We roll, we kiss, we touch our bodies, and we drink from the same well of bliss.
He was right for wanting out. This is not possible when we are all together, so we enjoy ourselves until we hit the sheets exhausted and we check the time, and it’s two in the morning.
“I need to leave,” he says before planting a soft kiss on my lips.
He rolls off my bed, slides his sweatpants on, kisses me again, flashes a smile at me, and paces away.
In the doorway, he looks at me again, catching me ogling his butt, and winks at me before warningly wagging his finger at me.
The door falls closed, and the room is silent again.
So many things have happened…
I fall back into the pillows, a grin tugging at my lips.
A few moments pass while I review some of those things that happened in this room when I hear a knock on the door again.
I grin from ear to ear.
He undoubtedly is a handful.
Without thinking much and wearing only the two pieces of jewelry I received from Alejandro and Francisco, I slide off the bed and make a beeline for the door, not even thinking to grab my robe and put it on, let alone check the peephole.
I’m convinced it’s him. He must’ve forgotten something. Or he just wants to give me another kiss.
Stupidly, I swing the door open, and before I figure out what’s going on, the last man I thought I’d see spins around to face me. He seems just as surprised, but not because it’s me.
Because I wear nothing.
“What the fuck?” I manage to say before he gives me a shove, pushes me back into the room, slams the door closed, and swiftly locks it.