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In the one earphone I have left I hear the song “Be Somebody” by Thousand Foot Krutch playing. My heart is racing, I feel like I can barely breathe. Panicking, I don't realize I've taken a shortcut that leads to the back of the hotel, and I freeze when I reach the end of an alley that leads nowhere, the voices behind me still getting closer.
It's a dead end, but at the end of the alley, I see the silhouette of a man. With a cap on his head, facing away from the alley, he's smoking and looking somewhere up, probably at the moon.
“Help me!” I rasp, running out of strength, and I approach slowly, but the man has no reaction.
I hear loud footsteps on the wet asphalt, getting closer and closer.
“Hey, listen to me!” I can barely reach him because my legs feel like they weigh a hundred kilos each, and I cling to his arm like a lifebuoy.
When our gazes meet, an electrifying shiver runs through my body.
That look, those tired eyes, and... the lips, the most beautiful lips on Earth.
The man takes his headphones out of his ears, and I realize he hadn't heard anything of what I had said, but now, after seeing his face, I know exactly what to tell him.
“I have nowhere else to go. Take me in!” I refuse to let go of his arm, and he grabs me by the shoulder and pulls me toward the wall as the men pass by the alley, desperately searching for me.
He breathes so fast, and his cheeks, ears, and neck turn red, as if it's 30 degrees outside, and the proximity between our faces leaves him breathless. His hands press against the wall behind me, and he shields me with his arm when the men start making noise. With one finger, he grabs my lone earpiece hanging around my neck and brings it to his ear.
In my playlist, “Awake and Still Alive” by Skillet plays. The shock is evident on his face, as if he's seeing a ghost, and when his massive chest presses against my breasts, I feel like my breath is taken away, our mouths just inches apart.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, almost indecipherable, so close to my mouth. “Sorry,” he gets even closer, and as I also rise on my tiptoes and move closer in turn, he moves back and continues to gaze at my lips, entranced. “Sorry!” he repeats like a broken record and fidgets like a wild animal caught in a cage.
His voice awakens butterflies in my stomach that I thought had long died.
I watch as he clasps his head with both hands, then returns to me and leans against the wall again, creating a dividing barrier between me and the men who look fearfully at the bright sign on the corner of the building, and I don’t understand what's happening.
He grinds his teeth and sighs. He's frantic.
I quickly realize what's happening.
Please apologize when you want to kiss me, but can’t. – I had once told him that.
“Kiss Me!” I cling to his hoodie and draw his scent deep into his chest, which dissipates with his every agitated movement. “I want to taste you again, like a secret, or like a sin,” I murmur so close to his tempting lips.
He doesn't waste another second, and his lips press against mine, seeking my closeness in the most sacred way possible. His lips, like a piece of cold velvet, soft and dizzying, leave me breathless. I am confident again. His bony hands brace themselves around me, not before making sure I don't hit my head on the concrete as his massive, now fully manly body engulfs me completely.
I can't think about anything right now, just how much I've longed for this kiss for five long years.
Whether it's fair or not, I accept him, and my mouth meets his, our lips entwining in a tight, soft kiss that whispers to me how much I've missed him these five long years.
I don't know him anymore, I don't know anything about him now, but I want him.
I want his big hands to touch my body, not the wall behind me, so I cling to his arms and urge him to move his hands on me. He understands what he has to do, and deepens the kiss as his hands support my face and gently caress my cheekbones with his thumbs.
God, don't take this feeling away from me! Don't ever take him away from me…are the only things I can think of right now.
I want him with all of my being, and now I finally have him close to me, so my body moves instinctively and my arms wrap around him, knowing we won’t ever be able to run anywhere but to each other, never in opposite directions.
“What the fuck is going on here? Hey!” The voices are clear, but to my surprise, the man kissing me passionately refuses to stop, even after he hears all the noise around us.
His lips continue to taste mine, to convince me that I will never lose him again.
I feel small and protected in his arms, and I never want to leave.
When he stops, he doesn't look pleased with the audience, but I can feel my whole body giving in from exhaustion and the earth spinning. I take a deep breath and he holds out his arm, supporting me as he stands in front of me like a human shield.
“You thought I'd let you get away with it? I don't care if you're one of the Japanese’s whore! You’ll pay!” The man at the cost is so mad as hell.
