Hate & love

005

I throw my head back, yawn heavily and get watery eyes. After five seconds I have to yawn again.

"So, travel lady, here we go." I look around. Bungalows upon bungalows. Two are always separated by a gateway and from this path the entrances go off to the right and left. I get the one next to Gaard. Like this did he say again? Put the key in the lock and push the bolt up as far as it will go.

"Yes sir!!!" I drawl with a joyful kick in my chest. Very carefully I push open the wooden door, stick my head tensely through the door and enter.

"One foot in paradise," I laugh softly and look around with mixed feelings.

The hallway that I see is kept in a delicate shade of lilac and a matching mirror was also included. I turn my neck to the left. Not bad! Pictures hang on the wall. I'll take a closer look. One shows chocolate covered strawberries with white chocolate. I run my finger over the picture. The other pancakes with honey. How about honey on the banana? My stomach feels empty right now. I'm starving and the more I try to think of something else the worse it gets. We continue along the corridor. There are shiny wooden floorboards everywhere and next I get to the kitchen. In soft blue, it radiates comfort and warmth. This is pure country house romance. My Feeling Blue has never felt so good. I inspect every drawer and every compartment in turn and check my way through, down to the last corner. The open kitchen-living room is so comfortable that I don't want to leave it at all, and a small bouquet on the dining table welcomes me. That's an eye-catcher.

So, I'm only going to take a few steps. Because I'm very interested in the bathroom. The Hammer! It even elicits a whoop of joy from me. It's a real plant oasis. I stare up in amazement and discover hanging baskets with hanging plants. No way. Here the plants simply hang from the ceiling. Are they real? The large bathtub looks inviting and is also surrounded by several plants. I could take a bath. I actually long for it. Yes, I even need it to be able to relax and I'm going to take a break now. Even as this idea races through my head, I already see myself lying in the bathtub.

I rip open cupboards with all my might on my flying visit. Find a suitable bath lotion and reach for the bath oil with satisfaction. That's it. I quickly slip out of my sweaty clothes and immediately afterwards I hear the water rippling as it runs into the tub. The bath is now full of warm steam. Together with the window pane and the mirror, the conditions are tropical.

– But now off to the smoke bath –

I carefully dip my left foot in in slow motion. Gasping for air because the water is so hot. Too hot even for my liking and I twist my hair into a wide bun at the nape of my neck.

"You could easily compete in a sauna competition," I chuckle to myself and assume it's around 40°C in the tub. You shouldn't bathe too hot, but that's half the fun of it. I slowly dive into the crackling foam. Let me sink deeper into the water and close my eyes with relish. That's it. Satisfied, I lean my head on the edge of the bathtub. enjoy I slowly relax, feeling the water running down my arm. The soapy foam touches my skin. I breathe in and out deeply and direct my full attention to the toes on the left foot. Hey, that's something.

BOOM...I hear a dull BANG.

As if something falls to the ground. Is my mind playing tricks on me? My head snaps up and I make a startled face. My relaxation is gone. What is it?

"Annie!" I internally flinch. Can't believe it and take a look at the closed door. Without knocking, Gaard enters the bathroom and enters.

"Here I am!!!" He stops at the bathroom door, which is now wide open. No. What manners are these. Can't he knock? I really can't stand something like that when someone bursts in here so suddenly. I push my teeth forward. Suppress my anger and have to control myself not to get rid of all the swear words that are on the tip of my tongue.

"Why so fizzy?" Gaard starts to laugh as he sees the piled mass spilling over the edge of the bathtub.

"Very funny, have you ever heard of the word privacy?" Does he have no respect at all?

"There's no such thing," he replies cheekily.

"Go away!"

"No!!!", he says with a slightly funny undertone. No. I'm lost for words. Surely he doesn't want to stay here? Can't he imagine how I feel now?

"Finally go!" I fall on deaf ears. He stares at me and leans his broad shoulders against the door frame.

Just wait. boy! I'll show him. He deserves it and my enthusiasm will be boundless. I think happily. I position myself provocatively so that his mental cinema can start. That's hot.

"Uff!" I'm not that angry anymore. Therefore I will also deliver a hot erotic show.

"Stop that!" he grumbles angrily. He really doesn't seem to like it. There you are.

"Why am I too fat?" He walks towards me, gritting his teeth, and I instinctively slide even deeper into the water.

– Unfortunately, the feeling of satisfaction in revenge is very short-lived –

"Don't you dare!" I shriek in panic.

"Don't worry, if I try to touch you, you'll know." Gaard lets his gaze wander over me and gives me a mocking look. "Besides, I'm not into little girls!" That was spot on.

"I'm not a little kid anymore."

"But five minutes ago you were."

"It was not me!"

"Prove it!" My eyes widen in horror.

"You see, I knew it." He sits down on the edge of the bathtub and holds a finger in the foam mountains.

"Are you coming out of the tub?"

"How so?"

"We want to eat right away."

When the door finally closes behind him, I quickly get out of the bathtub. Grab a big towel, wrap it around my body and feel a little better right away. With a huge yawn, I drag myself into the bedroom. My eyes fall on my red touring bike bag. My faithful companion and guardian of my treasures. I pick her up and throw the entire contents onto the bed. Now the only question I have for a long time is what should I wear? Rather sporty, colorful or gray? To stop brooding, I gather all my confidence and poke the little girl. The emphasis is on little girls. Who wants to look like a woman in a short, airy green dress. Can I wear it, I wonder? I just hope so because the dress is so incredibly comfortable.

I leisurely stroll over, look to the left. That's a real eye-catcher. An old car tire serves as a practical raised bed in his front yard. That puts a fantastic smile on my face.

"Wow!!!" That's what I call class and these pretty bunches of carnations, absolutely beautiful in colour, I would have liked to sniff them now. My heart is in my throat when my index finger finally rings the doorbell. I'm waiting impatiently. I'm waiting, I don't want to be intrusive. Wait politely for twenty seconds, then ring the bell again and stare, I keep telling myself. Unfortunately I'm not that good at this and although I keep my eyes closed I'm fully aware of his presence.

e on the cluttered window sills with all sorts of stuff.

Maybe he's at the computer?

To be on the safe side, I'd rather ring the storm bell. Just when I want to decide that there really is no one in this house, the door is violently flung open.

"You're early," says Gaard. As I look up at him through strands hanging from my face, he gives me a surprising smile and his gaze travels appreciatively over my form as I stare at him with wide eyes.

"Really?" I ask in disbelief and turn away from him for the time being and my gaze slides to the treetops.

"Relax." Which you don't say. I've been waiting for this all day.

...and hey presto - I leave my sandals in the hallway. Shoes belong in the apartment and not in front of it. Period. What does that look like!!!

I step over the threshold, stop after a few steps and look around expectantly. It looks like mine over there. This isn't self-promotion.

*Home Sweet Home* A hanging heart hangs next to the key board. Is the writing black or gray now? I go closer. It's a dark blue-grey. Lila would also be a case in itself. My feet c***k as I continue walking barefoot across the room - and my eyes stare at his butt. It almost seems like I'm only interested in one thing, strange men's butts.

A smile breaks through my facial features. Man oh man, he looks good too. You don't even know where to look first. I look up at him with a smile, look past his broad back at the glass kitchen door.

"Hey, your kitchen looks just like mine."

"For real?"

And after what seems like an eternity he asks me with a grin: "What would you like to drink?"

I can't help but smile mischievously. At least he asks me what I want to drink.

"I'll take a coke." He calmly pours the coke into a glass and hands it to me.

"Aren't you going to have a drink?" He smiles, runs his fingers through his messy hair and slams the fridge door. "You smell good."

"I know. I went swimming, too," I laugh.

"Hungry?" Mina yells at me from the patio.

"Hungered like a bear," I answer in surprise and go to meet her. oops...

There are American sandwiches and they are arranged so nicely that you have to get the hang of it first.

Mina smacks of mayo on top and is shoving one of the delicious triangular pieces in her mouth.

"Hmm, are they delicious. Yam, yeah!!! With fresh garlic in the mayo. I just couldn't control myself," she murmurs with her mouth full.

My eyes now hang intently on her lips. "Sit down, supplies will be coming soon."

I sit down next to her.

Mina giggles and closes her eyes to enjoy the warming sun. "How do you like him?" she asks abruptly, firmly grasping my hand.

"Whom?"

She nods in the direction of the kitchen and I realize how important my answer is to her, so I take my time.

"I haven't met many boys yet, but your brother sucks," I reply knowingly.

"Is it that bad?" she asks hesitantly.

I have to think hard one more time, in response I give her a good kick under the garden table on her shin and stare into space.

"Where's the food, Gaard?" I hear Mina's voice first questioning, then booming loudly.

"I'll see where he is."

"Annie!!!"

"I'm just checking."

...and look around the kitchen.

"Can I help you?" We stare at each other wordlessly. Without taking his eyes off me, Gaard takes a bottle of wine from the fridge, pulls out the cork, moves a few steps towards me and I look at the patio door.

"Are you giving the door longing looks?"

"Noooo!"

"Aha!" he says slowly.

"I need to go to the bathroom - hey, listen," I say sheepishly when he raises an eyebrow. "I'm having trouble finding the place."

"Oh yes, the toilet, I suppose you want to know where it is?"

"Of course, you're the only one who...

He grabs my arm. Puts down the wine bottle and pulls me behind her. I have to be careful not to fall at this pace.

Does he also want to watch me go to the toilet? Could that be so??????????

He quickly pushes me into the bathroom, looks at me challengingly, hesitates for a moment. His light shirt is sticking to his body and I can see him struggling for the next sentence.

"You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

Has he clearly lost his mind now? Just be careful!!!

"I have other things to do."

"Poor you!!!" Yes, especially housework... "What's it to you, I don't think you like little girls?"

"Neither do I." Yes, yes, it works perfectly...

He puts his hand under my chin. "Maybe you are a challenge for me after all."

Where's the explanation?

"They have always fascinated me."

"I'm glad!!!" He lifts my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

There's a glow in his eyes that scares me and I have him to thank for that. I'm not easily spooked, but the way he's standing there gives me chills.

I shake my head uncomprehendingly. Close your eyes and try not to move, don't think, don't n

"Please let me go, you're scaring me," I beg him.

"Hmm!!!" he says. Puts a finger to my lips. "Never seen a pair of lips that sexy." Ooooh? I instinctively open my eyes and wet my lips. This gives them an intense shine.

"Roughly."

"Really damn hot."

"What are you doing?" I rub my chin.

"Don't be afraid," he hisses close to my face before removing his finger to calmly open a cupboard. "I'm looking for a bug repellent spray." My eyes widen for a split second.

"Is that necessary?" I want to get into a defensive position, tug at my dress, which is stuck to my skin, and look at him sharply for a moment.

"I can't do it without this stuff," he winks at me. "Some enviable people are avoided by mosquitoes, while others are literally attacked by them."

"What are you thinking?" he asks me.

"Oh, nothing, nothing!!!..." He gives me his hand, doesn't push me, waits until I reach shyly and turns me so that my back touches his chest.

"Don't be alarmed!!!" I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. "I'm going to put insect repellent on your skin now so we can keep the little buggers away."

Somehow I'm almost happy. He's worried about me.

"I like your dress?"

A strap of my dress slips off my shoulder. It hisses, then I feel the moisture on my skin.

"It stinks so badly," I complain.

His fingertips run over it almost imperceptibly. That's incredible!!! Goosebumps run all over my body and I tremble. With light pressure, his fingers now distribute the moisture.

"Keep doing that for as long as you want," I purr. There is an expert present. Grade 1 with all asterisks.

"Is that enough or do you want more???"

“Stupid question!!!” –LET’S GO –

His hands slide over my body, along the ribs. I gasp, see him...in action...

How he also distributes the pump spray on the sides.

His fingers seek and find, moving resolutely from the base of his chest upwards.

Well, is that correct? The fingertips move higher, almost play with my n*****s and I suck in the air sharply. No matter what happens, I keep breathing, even when my pulse is already racing with adrenaline.

"Hmm!!! One more attractive and beautiful than the other.” His eyes sparkle with pleasure.

"Are you crazy!" Just in time I snatch the spray from him and hurl it at the wall.

"So what!!! It's my fault if you're already holding them out to me so horny."

My eyes narrow instantly. That's probably not the case. I could smack his ear.

"Thanks for the kind words," I choke out through clenched teeth. He gets even more daring, happily pulling his shirt out of his shorts. "What's that supposed to mean?" What is the guy imagining.

"Why? I want to feel your fingers on my skin." He grins cheekily. I stretch my chin combatively. His smile is definitely his greatest asset. That bastard.

"Where are you?"

Mina's fatal knock pulls me out of my thoughts. "Shame on you!!!" *laughs...*

"Your bad luck!" I reply sweetly and watch him. He is silent and in one movement he grabs me, obviously emotionally gripped and I stand there with my head resting on his chest.

Slowly, still silent, I feel his hand on the back of my head.

"You may not know it yet, but I will be the next in your life.

Never!!! Just thinking about it makes me cling to something. Naturally, I babble on.

"The first maybe!"

"Interesting!" he remarks, visibly amused, and a smile spreads across his face as if he's extremely pleased.

"You're annoying!!!"

"I'm not going to eat you," he whispers, his breath hitting my face hotly.

"I see," I murmur, which of course is a lie. "I think," I say - looking for the right words.

"You think too much Annie!!! I'm the one you're going to see for a while, get used to it."

He asks a little more gently: "Shall we go to Mina now?" I take a step back and say it straight out: "I have to go!!!!" My voice vibrates with indignation.

Seconds later, I suddenly see his large hand moving across the room.

"Isn't there a place to pee around here?" I nod and look after Gaard before my gaze automatically...

"I'll put the sandwiches back in the oven," Gaart whispers to me when we're in the kitchen. "I prefer to eat them when they're hot." It doesn't take long for Mina to come rushing towards us.

"But that was a long session and then there were two of us," Mina winks at us.

"You can pour the wine," Gaard asks his sister and slaps her bottom. Whistling, Mina takes the wine glasses and strolls onto the terrace.

"You're coming soon, aren't you?" After a short time, a delicious smell wafts through the kitchen. Gosh, do I have a cabbage steam. Gaard turns the sandwiches so they don't burn.

"What are you doing for so long?" Mina shouts from the terrace.

"What should I do, I'll prepare the food." He looks at me, amused and confused at the same time.

I lean against the patio door with my shoulder and my gaze wanders over the patio. It's warm and unbearably humid. I take a deep breath and fan myself with my hand.

"Well, if you're hungry, we can eat now." Gaard gives a faint nod to the sandwiches.

"Come sit down my sweet," he whispers behind me and pushes me outside. Ooh La La! He already calls me his sweetie. You haven't reached your goal yet, I grin triumphantly, let myself fall onto a garden chair and long into the bowl with the cucumbers.

"Mina, where's the wine?" I hear his raspy voice and jump up to get the wine.

"It's amazing," Mina whispers to us when I sit back down and bite into her sandwich. I'm watching Gaard. His gaze wanders unabashedly down to me before he picks up the bottle to pour wine.

I happily stuff my American sandwiches between my teeth and wipe the last crumbs from my mouth. I'm impressed, they taste really great.

"This is absolutely delicious," I groan in satisfaction, pushing the empty plate away from me. With a smug grin, I sink back into my lawn chair and take a sip of wine.

I almost choke when I feel his hand on my right thigh and it moves on, higher until it's almost touching the fabric of my panties.

"Definitely female," he hisses at me. I catch my breath and gritted my teeth I look at him. I grab his hand in panic.

"Another inch, I spit out angrily and you're a dead man. Your hand, take it away," I snap at him angrily, trying to think of something else to distract from my bursting bladder.

He's in his element and pours himself another glass of white wine without taking his hand off my thigh. But thank God his fingers don't move anymore. I yawn, cover my mouth with the back of my hand and when a mosquito spreads on my thigh, he says he has to save me. I desperately look around for another rescuer.

"See, I warned you." My fingers tighten around his hand and I try hard to push his fingers away. I'm way too close to him. We look at each other, breathing heavily.

"Are you alright?" he asks, leaning his head on my shoulder.

"I've never been better," I reply through tight lips.

"Well brother. Today you have surpassed yourself." Mina pushes between us from behind and puts her arm around Gaard's shoulder, leans forward and asks: "Shall we go swimming?"

"Annie is tired. We should postpone swimming until tomorrow." She looks at her brother in amazement.

"Tomorrow is Monday and Mondays suck." I have to smile at her words.

"I'm not tired yet," I whisper, slowly running my fingertips through my hair. "Swimming sounds great, it would be downright heavenly." I look questioningly at Gaard, but he shakes his head.

"Enough. That's enough for today."

Mina has her ears perked up as we say goodbye to Gaard. We'll show the sack face, she quickly whispered to me furiously when I unlocked my door.

I go into my bedroom and tidy it up a bit. Laundry is lying around everywhere. I'm a mess and sleep is out of the question. I lie on my bed and flip through various programs, but nothing catches my attention. There is a large selection of channels, but that doesn't mean the program is any better. With an annoyed sigh, I turn the TV off and look at my watch. 9:30 p.m. I'm bored. I have no idea when was the last time I experienced this condition. Thoughtfully, I play with my watch and rip open a bag of gummy bears I fished out of my backpack and pop a couple in my mouth. I pull myself together and also get the bullying novel that we are supposed to read during the holidays out of my backpack. With the book open and a glass of water, I start reading.. .