UNTIL DAYLIGHT

18

18.

Sometimes it's just us

when we are alone,

or we are a world of things in one

single person ..

“Milla are you ready?” I asked knocking on the bathroom door.

She had been in the bathroom for about an hour to settle down. I snorted at the same time he opened the door. I was fascinated by her body, covered in a midnight blue dress that stood out in her eyes, contrasting with her ash blonde hair.

I smiled. "You are beautiful .." I whispered.

She blushed, and I walked over to leave her a kiss on her lips.

"Halt! You ruin my lipstick." She joked, then wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.

“Let's go, or we'll be late.” I whispered.

"I could capture this moment." Mario came out of the kitchen, smiling. "How beautiful are my cousin and my best friend." He placed himself in the middle of our figures, surrounding us with his arms: "Where are you going?" He asked afterwards, curious and inquiring with his eyes.

“He's taking me out to dinner,” Milla said, smiling at me.

"Serious things here!" Mario replied enthusiastically.

"Come on Mario! We have to go." I took Milla by the hand and we left the house.

By now Milla had been spending the night with us for 3 nights, sleeping with me.

I had turned Alessia's note over in my hands the night before, thinking whether she would write her or not. She who knows how she was. It was the only thing I was wondering after our first, and a half, time ..

I had been a coward to disappear like this; going out the window, giving her a kiss on the forehead, a caress, and go away ..

"Mirko?"

Milla started shaking my arm, and I looked at her.

“Are you okay?” She then asked, worried.

"Yes, forgive me. I was thinking about tomorrow's meeting .." I sighed.

“You know she will be fine !!” she exclaimed she. "I'll be there with you, my love .."

She stood up on her toes and left a kiss on her lips.

I smiled and we got into the car, headed for the restaurant.

***

Often a person's feelings are so strange that they can understand. Lately, the only questions that crossed my mind were: Why do I make happy those who can't make me happy? Am I sure what I want, and what I've done? Why do I always put others first, rather than myself?

I wanted to end the discussions with Mario, the squabbles with Milla, the arguments with Andrea about whether I should follow what my heart told me.

I just wanted to be understood. Having someone next to me who wasn't on me if I changed my mind or choice. Someone who put me first, for once!

It was easy when it came to other people's well-being, and if you tried to think about yourself for a moment, you were selfish.

Nobody understands what the heart of a silent or lonely person can hide. Nobody knows what goes through the mind of those who do not talk about themselves, those who prefer long sleepless nights rather than being a burden to someone.

However, I also feel the need, in those few times, to be able to freely say what I feel.

I'm human too, on the other hand.

The restaurant was luxurious, I had chosen it specifically to prove something to Milla - and to me too, it seemed - that I still liked it. She was always insecure, but how could I blame her? I had walked away from her out of the blue!

Who would not think the opposite of similar gestures, to which you cannot give an answer?

I looked at the blonde next to me, clearly thrilled with the place I had chosen for an evening alone. Perhaps the umpteenth that we passed ..

“It's beautiful here! Thank you love!” She exclaimed as she squeezed my hand and leaned against me.

The world fell on me, however, when I saw her a few tables from us, sitting with someone else.

I wanted to respond to Milla, to her gratitude, but it was like finding oneself without the ability to be able to speak.

She looked up too, and that smile that she before her had stamped on her dark pink lips, dull to her face, disappeared.

"Oh! She's my colleague, look!" Milla pointed to Alessia. She took my hand and dragged me towards her and the other one. "Come on, I'll let you know!"

She held the glass of white wine in her hand, curling a tuft between her fingers, and her goblet to her lips as she sipped slowly.

Why was the world turning on me like this now, like a punch in the stomach?

"Hi Alessia!" Milla exulted, approaching her to kiss her cheek.

She just got up. She could see the white dress she was wearing her, it came above her knees, with those stilettos that made her legs sexier than I thought. About her The usual curls of her rebellious about her.

How beautiful she was tonight!

She didn't seem thrilled to have me in front of her either.

"He is Mirko! But I think you remember him, of that evening .." My girlfriend murmured, just blushing.

"Yes, I remember well .." She replied. "He is Matteo, instead .." She pointed to the boy sitting in front of her, who shook hands with Milla, and then passed to me.

What if she had s*x with him? What if he gave her the same pleasure I gave her?

Who was he to her?

“Milla are we going to sit down?” I asked irritably.

She immediately noticed my change, and the tension that had been created. Then he turned back to Alessia, and almost smiled at her forcefully ..

"Good continuation. See you tomorrow at work." She smiled and we went to sit at our table.

All the while it was a game of glances. Every so often I would raise her eyes and she had them on me, then lowered them, and so did I.

Milla was telling me about something about her family, but I no longer understood where the conversation had gone.

"Milla .. Milla wait .." I stopped her, irritated by her continuing to talk nonstop.

“What is it?” She asked annoyed why I interrupted her.

"It's since we got here that all you f*****g do is talk!" I exclaimed, barely slamming my hands on the table. The two sitting at the table next to ours turned to us.

She closed her eyelids: "But can you know what's wrong with you?"

I looked up at Alessia who was wearing her black leather jacket, accompanied by that guy. She was leaving ..

I was jealous. Inside I felt like I was dying. I wanted to go to her, grab her and take her away.

And then make it mine. Stain it.

"Mirko!" Milla exclaimed louder.

"You're bothering everyone .. Milla .." I said in a low voice. I wasn't listening to her. I just listened to the anger growing inside me.

One last look before seeing her leave that restaurant.

And it was at that moment that I asked myself: 'Is Mirko what you want? '

Milla and I finished dinner in silence. She said nothing, and I had ruined this surprise I had prepared to make her happy.

"I'll take you home, I'm busy .." I got up from the table to go to pay, while she remained with her eyes down, grabbing her clutch and fur.

The drive home was also silent. She looked out, immersed in her thoughts, and I stared at the street.

“When are you coming back?” She asked when she got out of my car.

"I don't know, Milla. I think later. Don't wait for me awake."

She nodded and closed the door. I waited for her to enter the door before flying off towards the b & b.

***

I could hear my heart up to my ears, hoping that he wasn't there with Alessia on that bed.

On our bed!

Because now it belonged to us ..

He had seen us sleeping together. She had seen how she was enjoying that evening when my tongue tasted her.

“f**k! f**k!” I punched the steering wheel, and then got out of the car.

The French windows were closed, all dark.

I sighed and put my hand through my hair, starting to look around. It was in that moment that I saw her arrive. Tight in that jacket, shoulders hunched and a quick step. Or, at least, a step that could give her the certainty of not letting her reach the ground.

Our eyes met. She walked over to me, and I went to meet her.

Only when we were facing each other did I find myself with her hand hitting my cheek.

I deserved it ..

Then her lips on mine. Her hands on my face, mine gripping her hips tightly.

"Tell me you haven't been with him .." I muttered between kisses.

She shook her head repeatedly, still searching for my lips, my eyes.

Then she held me tight. She hugged me like she never had before.

And I did the same with her; I hugged her to me, her face hidden in the crook of my neck.

We entered and quickly went to her room. She locked the door and resumed kissing me as before, taking off her shoes, and getting on her toes. I took her into her arms and she wrapped her legs around me. I made her back adhere to the wall as I kissed her face, her neck, going down to her neckline which allowed to see her breasts. I gave her a bite of her making her laugh and wince at the same time.

"I want you, baby .." I murmured.

I hugged my body with hers. She gasped as my intimacy brushed against hers. I lifted her skirt, with her still leaning against the wall, starting to touch her intimacy with her fingers. She moaned, gripped my shirt in her fingers, then moved on to my hair.

When I stopped, I let her down for a few seconds. I took off my shirt, then switched to her dress, unzipping the zipper. She slipped it. She was without a bra, she only wore panties. I went back to her, slightly lowering myself and biting her breast, and massaging the other. Then kiss her skin, her belly, until it touches her intimacy. He squeezed my hair in her fingers: she was lost, but I was more lost than her.

I laid her on the bed now devoid of everything. I took off my jeans and my boxers, lying on her body. Her face had changed; it seemed like she was scared, a little bit when she made love for the first time.

“You're not leaving again, are you?” She asked me, stroking my face.

"How am I supposed to do it after tonight?"

She smiled and then started kissing me as I just teased her intimacy, getting her ready. I walked in and she pulled away from my lips to groan.

"You're tight .." I whispered finding small difficulties at her first thrusts.

She held me and kissed me as I increased the movements.

I pushed inside her, in a decisive way; slow, then fast, then I stopped, I resumed. She was panting, she looked at me as she bit her lip and then she kissed me. She closed his eyes, held me close.

Here I continued to increase. I bit her shoulder, closed my eyes, I was on my way.

She came before me, scratching her back, then I followed, dropping a dead weight on her body.