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He shrugs. “It’s a discipline or some could say it’s an obsession. Either way, it would be good for you to get out. You don’t have to be stuck inside all day.”
I smile. “I know. But I like it. I want to go out when my Japanese is a little better.”
He shakes his head. “This whole thing was a bad idea. I never should have done it. Japanese is a hard language and I shouldn’t have expected you to learn it in two weeks.”
“Because my English is so bad.”
“No, because it’s hard.”
With every sentence he draws closer to me as if he wants to comfort me, but I don’t believe him. He thinks that I’m incapable of learning it. He thinks that I’m useless, and I’m going to prove him wrong.
I take in a deep breath and try to keep my eyes away from his chest, but it’s so hard when he takes off his shirt as he’s getting closer. His hand rests on my shoulder, sending a shiver through me.
“I’m not perfect.”
You could have fooled me.
I’m licking my lips but really, all I want to do is run my tongue down his chest and lick his sweat. Is that weird? Probably.
“You act like it.”
I fold my arms and spin around to face the scenery, ignoring the ache in between my legs.
“I spent years in therapy because, let’s just say that my childhood wasn’t exactly a normal one. I’ve been known to have drinking binges.”
“¿Borracho?1”
He sways from left to right, and his eyes do the same, as if he’s trying to figure out how to explain his past. “I wouldn’t gothat far, I’ve been known to indulge but not have an issue that every day of the week I’ve drank. I behaved at our wedding.”
I’m thinking back to him drinking at our wedding, and he’s right, if he had a problem, a real one, he would have been the one drooling like a baby and not me.
“I’m just saying that I have issues and I’m trying to get through them. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Especially not me,” he says.
“What about me?”
“Sorry?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I’ve had Belén tell me crap about my English for so long, that day at the church I felt as if you were confirming it.”
He puts both hands on my shoulders. “Don’t let anyone bully you into thinking that you’re less than you are. Especially that sister of yours. I think that’s why you married me in the first place. Anyway, I’m going to get showered, dressed, and then order breakfast. We can do a little practice then. What do you say?”
I say that this new Diego is a better version than the one I met. Bring him on, morning, noon, and night.
“Yeah. I would like that.”
He can eat sushi, all over my body, any time of day. I giggle to myself, but then I look out at the morning sunlight which gently filters through the terrace of our hotel suite in Tokyo.
It’s only nine, but there’s something refreshing about being here so high up near the rooftop of the tall building. I can imagine the traffic below, and maybe he’s right, I shouldn’t let my anxiety get the best of me.
I’m so lost in my thoughts as my artistic instincts take over, I don’t realize how long I’ve been standing on the terrace until I heara soft knock announcing the arrival of breakfast.
I turn to see Diego’s walking toward the elevator door wearing a black yukata. His hair is damp, so he has showered,changed, and ordered breakfast and I’m still in the same position.
I really need to stop daydreaming so much, but then I feel free. I don’t have to work, or do anything but study. I’ve never had such luxury in my life, because there’s always something to do. In Cobena, it was helping my parents with the bar, in New York it was working for Diego, and here, it’s just learning with Diego and having Diego’s sexy body as a bonus.
“Go and sit down, I’ll take care of this,” Diego says as he takes ahold of the tray and talks to the server.
I bow my head to her, and she does the same. It’s little things like this in which I need to remember. In Spain the natural thing to do would be to give her two kisses, but then Covid changed things, and now some are reluctant to do that.
