“You used to play tennis, didn’t you?”
“There is no way you could have known that just by observing.”
“I like observing you.”
“And I like it when you do but there is no way you could deduce that. How did you?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Why not?!”
“Because, one needs a little mystery. We don’t want it to get boring.”
“It’s never boring with you. Wait. You think it’s boring?!”
You turn towards me, looking a little scared at the prospect. I come close to you and hug your neck, dropping my arms on your chest so my fingers can caress it. My head rests sideways on your shoulder. You are so warm. Even if you had put on your shirt I would still feel it.
“Silly. Of course I don’t think it’s boring. You are far from boring.”
“If you don’t stop doing that you won’t have breakfast. You said you were hungry and I have to go and get it.”
“Doing what?”
You sigh. Your body relaxes as does mine, making us fit in each other perfectly. Every centimetre of skin that can be united by the touch is. My legs now wrap your hips and my head is against your back, my chest completely stuck to yours. My left arm is hugging you, still stroking your chest and my right hand is playing with your hair, caressing it slowly and deeply. Your hands touch my legs slightly, I can feel the charge of electricity from your body to mine. Our breathing is increasing and I can hear your heart: it’s beating faster.
We get lost in each other’s touch and heat, forgetting all about breakfast. Time like this doesn’t seem important. The only thing that matters is the quiet language our bodies are speaking.
You turn around. Disentangling me from you and get on your feet. I am still naked and you still haven’t a shirt on. You push me against the bed and are quickly on top of me. I can feel your need to have me, I feel it as well. We kiss illustrating that need. It isn’t a gentle kiss and yet it’s full of tenderness. Full of hope, too. Our kisses have a capacity to show us what the future could hold and we cannot wait to start living it.
You stop to take a breath but also to undress. Your shoes bang against the wall. The neighbours will be pleased. Again. I can’t keep my eyes off of you. Every muscle hugs your bones molding the perfect athletic body. This is also how I figured you might have been a tennis player: your body is shaped like one. It wasn’t what made me certain, though.
“What?” You suddenly say breathless but also with a hint of worry.
“Nothing. You.”
We both smile and you join me to kiss me again. We melt into each other and forget about tennis, breakfast and time.
I bite my croissant. You finally managed to escape a little to get us some food. The coffee did get cold once you got back, unfortunately. When you arrived you dropped the things in the kitchen and when I came to help wearing only one of your shirts you didn’t even bother undressing completely, just lost yourself making love to me against the counter. Oh, well. Cold coffee isn’t that bad.
“It’s the way you tie your shoes.”
“What?”
“That’s how I knew you were a tennis player, in the way you tie your laces.”