we make love the whole night
We make love the whole night. In the morning, we fall asleep for one hour or some. Then we make some more love. We leave the hotel without breakfast because it is too late for breakfast. Too much making love.
I am the first to take a shower. After walking the whole day in the sun through the city, I feel sticky and smelly. I shave. My shaving oil has leaked out into the plastic bag, so my shaver is slippery. As is my toothbrush. Everything inside the bag smells of shaving oil and is oily to the touch. Esme didn’t think of bringing a toothbrush along, so we have to buy one from the blonde.
When I come back into the room, Esme is outside the windows, smoking. We had brought a remote control for the AC from the reception, the machine fighting to cool down the room temperature to a reasonable level. While Esme is in the shower, I push the two beds together. I slip under the cover. I hear the water running behind the bathroom door.
Now I am here. I am here in a so-called business room in a hotel where I had been two weeks ago already. Then, I had Esme only on my mind. Now, I have her in my bathroom. Where is this leading us? I have spent a perfect day with a woman I love. I know that I love this woman like crazy, love her more than I ever loved, love her with every cell of my body.
The 13 hours we just spent together – was this a dream? It was too perfect not to be a dream, too perfect to be reality. We have some more hours. Then, reality will hit me hard. Because I will have to leave her. Will have to get into that plane that will take be back home. Away from her. I do not want to follow this thought.
The door opens. Esme steps out of the bathroom. She has a white towel wrapped tight around her body. She climbs on the bed. I am on my back, propped up on my elbows. “Hey”, I say. “Hey back”, she says. She is standing on the bed, toes playing, arms folded in front of her. Her hair is wet. She is looking down at me. “Come here”, I say and reach out for her. She drops on her knees, sits on her heels. “I am here”, she says. Then she bends over and kisses me.
She is lying in front of me, her back to my chest. I hold her tight. “This is what I have been dreaming of every night, every day,” I whisper into her ear. “This is what we have done every night, every day”, she whispers back. “Even with us being so far apart, we have been so close every single minute.” She slips out of the towel under the covers. I can feel her bare skin now on mine. Cool and soft. Mine is burning. Her hair leaves a wet film on my skin. We kiss. We kiss all over.
The AC is fighting a lost fight against the heat in the hotel room. We are bathed in sweat. Our bodies make sweat sounds. Nothing remains of the evening shower. It is as if we have been waiting for this moment for years. We feel that our time is limited. We do not want to waste any second of it. Sometime in the morning, we fall asleep.
I have set my alarm, so I wake up when the phone goes off. When I open my eyes, I see Esmes hair, dark and soft. My arms are wrapped around her body. I can feel her breathing. I turn around to switch of the alarm. Then I kiss her on the neck. I kiss my way down to her toes. Halfway back up, she moans. She is waking up, reaches for me, pulls me up into her and kisses me with closed eyes.
Again, I am the first to take a shower. When I come out of the bathroom, Esme is again outside, wrapped in a towel, smoking. I kiss her. “Burning sage”, I whisper in her ear. “Ashtray”, she whispers back. When she closes the bathroom door behind her, I sit down on the couch and bury my head in my hands.
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night – the hotel
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