art and life here in London, and his movies. Neither of us mentions my non-existence family or his wife. The last thing I remembered was Christopher telling a story about shooting a movie in Tibet.
Chapter 5
«I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.»
- Mae West
I woke by the sun shining through a small crack in the curtain. I was in my bed, and I wasn’t alone. My head was throbbing, and my mouth dry, but what concerned me the most was that I didn’t remember how I got here. And why did Christopher sleep beside me? He was lying on his front, and I could see his bare back. Was he naked? I lifted the covers, and saw my own shorts and top was still on. I doubted that I had sex and put them back on, so I was kind of relieved about that. But then again, I doubted that I could have sex with Christopher and not remember it. I lifted the covers again, and looked over at him. He still had his long johns on, thank god.
I was afraid to move, so I lay on my side and watched him. His face was turned to me, and I could study his beautiful features. It was almost painful to watch, and I had to restrain myself from touching him. I lay still for a few more minutes, enjoying the view. But then nature called, I needed to go to the bathroom. I removed my covers slowly, and tried to ease my way off the bed.
The image that met me in the bathroom mirror should have made it crack. I was grateful that I had awakened before he had. My dark make-up was smudge all over, and my braided hair was a mess. I tried to remove the make-up, wishing I could clean my whole body. But I didn’t want to be standing in here naked if he woke. The door didn’t have a lock. I was afraid he would wake when I flushed, and took a quick peek from the bathroom door. He was still lying in the same position, eyes closed. So I took a chance and jumped in the shower, untangling my hair as the warm water hit my body. It felt wonderful. I tried not to think of the last person using my shower. I tried not to think about him naked. I tried to convince myself that I made the right decision last night. After five minutes I turned the water of reluctantly. It wasn’t before I was standing in the towel that I realized all my clothes were in the other room. I could put on the costume again, but decided against it. I wanted clean clothes. I wanted to look good when he woke and when he left me. After brushing my teeth and my hair, I tiptoed into my bedroom with a pink towel wrapped around me. He was still asleep. I got some clean under-wear in my drawer, but all the other clothes were behind sliding doors. So much for looking good . I knew that if I attempted to slide those doors, he would wake in a second, and see me in the towel. The doors made a terrible noise when pushed. I decided against it. In stead, I grabbed a short blue kimono-like bathrobe hanging beside the dresser. Then I tiptoed back to the bathroom to remove my towel.
My head was still throbbing, so my next move was to head into the kitchen and get some Tylenol and a large glass of water. I drank the water by the window facing Kensington Gardens. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and a lot of people were already out enjoying the weather. I loved this view, and hated the thought of giving it up. I wondered how long it would take before Alfred called and asked were I would go next, and if I were returning home. I knew it wouldn’t be him wondering.
I was staring out in the park lost in my own thoughts, and didn’t hear him enter the kitchen. I almost jumped as I felt his arms around my waist.
‘ Good morning, beautiful.’ He dragged me away from the window, and I lost my grip on the curtains, creating a dim lightning in the kitchen. He pushed my back against his naked chest and kissed my neck. I felt my body stiffened. I hadn’t expected our intimacy to continue now that we both were sober. Then I realise that I was the only one affected by
Chapter 5
«I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.»
- Mae West
I woke by the sun shining through a small crack in the curtain. I was in my bed, and I wasn’t alone. My head was throbbing, and my mouth dry, but what concerned me the most was that I didn’t remember how I got here. And why did Christopher sleep beside me? He was lying on his front, and I could see his bare back. Was he naked? I lifted the covers, and saw my own shorts and top was still on. I doubted that I had sex and put them back on, so I was kind of relieved about that. But then again, I doubted that I could have sex with Christopher and not remember it. I lifted the covers again, and looked over at him. He still had his long johns on, thank god.
I was afraid to move, so I lay on my side and watched him. His face was turned to me, and I could study his beautiful features. It was almost painful to watch, and I had to restrain myself from touching him. I lay still for a few more minutes, enjoying the view. But then nature called, I needed to go to the bathroom. I removed my covers slowly, and tried to ease my way off the bed.
The image that met me in the bathroom mirror should have made it crack. I was grateful that I had awakened before he had. My dark make-up was smudge all over, and my braided hair was a mess. I tried to remove the make-up, wishing I could clean my whole body. But I didn’t want to be standing in here naked if he woke. The door didn’t have a lock. I was afraid he would wake when I flushed, and took a quick peek from the bathroom door. He was still lying in the same position, eyes closed. So I took a chance and jumped in the shower, untangling my hair as the warm water hit my body. It felt wonderful. I tried not to think of the last person using my shower. I tried not to think about him naked. I tried to convince myself that I made the right decision last night. After five minutes I turned the water of reluctantly. It wasn’t before I was standing in the towel that I realized all my clothes were in the other room. I could put on the costume again, but decided against it. I wanted clean clothes. I wanted to look good when he woke and when he left me. After brushing my teeth and my hair, I tiptoed into my bedroom with a pink towel wrapped around me. He was still asleep. I got some clean under-wear in my drawer, but all the other clothes were behind sliding doors. So much for looking good . I knew that if I attempted to slide those doors, he would wake in a second, and see me in the towel. The doors made a terrible noise when pushed. I decided against it. In stead, I grabbed a short blue kimono-like bathrobe hanging beside the dresser. Then I tiptoed back to the bathroom to remove my towel.
My head was still throbbing, so my next move was to head into the kitchen and get some Tylenol and a large glass of water. I drank the water by the window facing Kensington Gardens. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and a lot of people were already out enjoying the weather. I loved this view, and hated the thought of giving it up. I wondered how long it would take before Alfred called and asked were I would go next, and if I were returning home. I knew it wouldn’t be him wondering.
I was staring out in the park lost in my own thoughts, and didn’t hear him enter the kitchen. I almost jumped as I felt his arms around my waist.
‘ Good morning, beautiful.’ He dragged me away from the window, and I lost my grip on the curtains, creating a dim lightning in the kitchen. He pushed my back against his naked chest and kissed my neck. I felt my body stiffened. I hadn’t expected our intimacy to continue now that we both were sober. Then I realise that I was the only one affected by
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