Chapter 13

We climbed the stairs, and it took us long. Alana stopped several times, pressing me against the wall, kissing me deeply and passionately as if she wanted to be caught.

I was in her room yesterday when she came in to grab her sunglasses: it is an exact copy of mine, only the painting on the wall depicts a waterfall drowning in greenery and the pink tropical flowers in close-up: just like a desktop screensaver for Windows! I would have already commented on this picture, but being in her company, I’m ashamed to show how ordinary I am; cool girls like Alana don’t need my dad jokes and unpopular opinion (I don’t want her to think I’m one of them Twitter trigger-girls who can’t just keep their tweeting mouth shut!). I'd better pretend to be a classy princess if I want to impress her, or at least try to impress her. Damn, I’m as princess now as Tom Canty was a prince.

My thoughts are dancing in my head as she is sliding her hands over my silky sleeveless shirt. She lightly grabs me by the buttocks and puts me on a small vanity at the entrance directly opposite the bathroom. Its door is open, and I see us reflected. I wrap my legs around her, watching Alana arching her back.

While the woman is covering my neck with soft kisses, I senselessly and blissfully close and open my eyes, then slide over the objects scattered around the room: the Dior sunglasses on the bedsidetable, the green fancy trousers, I spilled my coffee on, are on the chair... Ah! Her tongue is tickling my skin in this little dip between my clavicles... a louis vuitton suitcase (my aunt had its fake, that's why I easily recognized its classic print). Stop... business class on the plane, expensive branded purchases, expensive clothes, and a cheap room in a small family hotel without an elevator...

"Alana," I utter her name through a groan as she finally gets rid of my top, "how did it happen that you and I ended up in the same hotel, even on the same floor?"

She giggles, "I told you who I am! I should lie low for a bit, stay in the shadows..." She slightly bites my nipple through the fabric of my bra: like a tide on the sea, a wave of pleasure rolls over me. I hug her, making her stand closer to me, hoping that this will help me to be closer to her not only physically, but also on some other level. Somewhere deep in my soul, I always childishly believe that it is impossible to give your partner such pleasure and lie at the same time.

"I’m sorry," I whisper.

"Ehh... Why? You did nothing wrong!" Alana stops her heavenly movements, looking at me in surprise.

I bashfully straighten my bra strap, "I started prying; I started asking stupid questions." My voice is slightly trembling with excitement and regret that I’m breaking open Pandora's box not with a thin master key, but with an electric saw (Was actually Pandora’s box locked?). I should have asked her about her private life a bit later: somewhere in a nice cafe or at breakfast, as if by accident when the moment dictates, otherwise, I just ruined our sexual mood and, maybe, her attitude about me. We did not promise anything to each other, and did not we swear in eternal love!

The brunette beauty is giving me a blank look. Her black shiny hair is a little disheveled falling on her forehead; she had some time to become sweetly sun-kissed, and now she’s looking simply amazing. Her face is animated again; Her cheerful laugh is filling the room with its merry ringing. Rubbing her nose in embarrasment, she finally says, "It's just a coincidence that we happen to live next door here. I... mmm... I just don't like big chain hotels. They have no soul at all, but here: just look at this fantastic kitsch, the whole room is a scream! This picture over the bed, hahaha, my secretary used to have such a screensaver on her computer. I.. I'm a manager, and I’m on my vacation. Nothing interesting about me, to be honest. All I wanted is to play a bit, pretending to be someone very cool for such a beautiful girl like you. I’m sorry for not telling you anything about me or my life! Everything starts spinning so quickly. If I were you, I would also have a lot of questions... I'm sorry..."

Alana is still standing between my legs, putting her arms around my waist. She tries to look into my eye, since all this time I have been looking down.

"Don’t be mad at me, Esti..." It’s obvious Alana is sure that I’m angry with her for some sheer trifle! My God, I have imagined nonsense; how stupid of me!"

"Maybe, I won't be very angry with you..." I say, mockingly offended, putting my hands on her shoulders. Alana's eyes widen in dismay. "...if you take me immediately." I wrap my legs tightly around her hips again, transferring all my weight from the vanity to her body.