The night had been long. A lot of people, a lot of faces, a lot of meaningless talk. I was exhausted, not even the thought of all the money I had made would cheer me up. I was really ready to go to bed: all my colleagues had found someone to spend the night with and had disappeared, Oscar was switching the lights off, no more drinks to prepare.
Curtis walked in just when I was going to jump off my stool - I didn't see him coming: I felt his presence just behind me. I could smell his perfume - no, no perfume, he must have had a nice bath. He was so close, I could feel the heat of his body through his shirt. I barely turned my head to look at him - he hadn't said a word, he had just sneaked into the bar, maybe he wanted to surprise me? he was wearing again a suit. "Nice tie", I said. He didn't answer, but he pressed closer to my back. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, then he touched my hands. Slowly he slided the tips of his fingers on my arms, up, to the elbows, to the shoulders. Then I felt his lips on my neck, he was very delicate, although I could feel his breath getting warmer, while he kissed my shoulders, my ears... I turned to face him: his eyes were mere slits and he looked at me in a way I had not seen before. Now I wanted to understand - we were alone in the bar, I started undoing the knot of his tie... I loved the hiss of the silk, I loved the change in his face when I started unbuttoning his shirt. But then he took my hands, and stopped me. He stepped back, looked at me as if he saw me for the first time, had an awkward smile and left.
I could not leave the bar for some minutes - I felt... perplexed. I was sure I was blushing.
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