#24:

That Friday it rained so much that teaching activities were suspended.
Going back and forth to the uni cafeteria for hard peas and sticky rice didn't motivate me, so I stayed in my room, studying and eating cookies with guava jam whenever my stomach growled.
The girls' dormitory was already half empty at that time because on Fridays everyone who could return to their villages did, however I preferred to take advantage of the solitude and study, at home with my little sister hitting the lambs with the spoons it was impossible to concentrate.
I began to study the topic for the next seminar, upper and lower respiratory infections, emphasizing pneumonia, and it was already eight at night when they knocked on my door.
I bit my lip, worried.
What if it was the strangler?
"Who is it?" I asked, and got no answer.
I approached the door, taking the stick that I kept behind it and opened it.
On the other side was Matt Montalvo, wearing a green raincoat, his hair messy and wet.
He raised his dark, bushy eyebrows at me dressed in a Hello Kitty housecoat.
Although, perhaps what caught his attention the most was the stick I was holding.
"You were expecting me?Good to know."- he muttered ironically.
He looked so sexy, half wet from the rain, in that tight shirt and faded jeans that were fraying at the knees.
I lowered my gun hand and tried to keep my face as expressionless as possible.
"You got the wrong room, Lizet sleeps next door," I mumbled, pointing to the right with my thumb. "Although, I think she'll be back in Sagua la Grande by now."
Matt rolled his eyes, and went into the room, I hadn't noticed before, but he was carrying a wicker basket... and my mind quickly associated that with the picnics in the botanical garden.
"What do you want?" I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.
"It's been raining all day, Lucía was sure you couldn't go out there to eat something and I know from experience that food in the cafeteria is shit."
I clenched my jaw and he glared venom at her.
"Get out." I mumbled, pointing to the door.
"No," he replied, with a petulant expression. Approaching my bedside table and placing the wicker basket on top of it.
"Lucia sends you arroz con gris, chicken in sauce with potatoes, plantain squid, mamey juice…cold and delicious…and flan for dessert.
As he spoke, he began to take out plastic containers from inside his basket, smelling them one by one and making a face of pleasure, he also showed me the bowl where the flan was and my mouth watered.
Damn Matt!
By studying with me, he'd discovered my weakness!
Mildred is right, yes I am starving pig.
I hugged myself, trying not to pounce on the food.
"I don't want it, go away," I murmured, trying to hold my ground.
"Come on, don't make me beg." Matt whispered, leaving everything on the table and taking several steps back. made is much better than that.
He pointed to the package of soda crackers and the half-eaten guava candy.
I remained rooted to the ground, looking anywhere but at the food.
Matt got exasperated, and began to take off his sneakers.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.
"I'm drenched. I came here on the motorcycle and I have a whole aquarium inside my shoes. Since you're in no rush, neither am I. I won't leave until you eat, so…it's your choice. Either you hurry up with this or you'll keep me here late."
I looked at him with my best harpy face, avoiding revealing that I was having a tachycardia.
"Rosario..." he protested.
"I'm coming, I'm coming.- I moved, closing the door and going to my locker to look for my spoon and incidentally throwing my towel at him so he could dry.- don't even think about passing it over his legs.- I mumbled.
Matt smiled, beginning to dry his hair.
I sat on the bed, biting my lip, opening package after plastic package and starting to eat quickly.
"Listen, I know you want me to go fast, but eat calmly, don't give yourself indigestion."
I swallowed, taking a sip of the juice.
" Okey. Want some?"
"Obviously not. I already ate."
***
Dinner had been splendid.
I felt happy with a full and happy tummy.
The best of all had been the dessert, that Lucía made flans to die for.
However, while I was eating the storm got worse. Even lightning and sparks began to fall and the truth, although he had come at the request of another person, I was sorry to send Matt back under that thunder.
"I could stay the night.It won't be the first time we sleep together."
I huffed.
"What will your girlfriend say if she finds out?" I protested.
"Lizet isn't my girlfriend. We went out a couple times and he cut me off on the third date. She made it clear to me that she is not willing to be used to forget you."
“Matt, we didn't amount to anything."
" So? Do you think it's easy to forget a platonic love? Of course it isn't. There are always too many "what ifs" involved, unfulfilled fantasies, caresses that never had the opportunity... kisses that desperately sought a mouth and remained withered on the lips. Do you know how many "I love you" are exchanged daily for a "take care"?
As he spoke, Matt started to pick up things.
"The most difficult thing about loving someone who doesn't feel the same way is that in the end, you must let go of what was never yours, and you must overcome something that never happened. And the problem with "our thing" is not that it hasn't happened, it's that it hurts me that I didn't even have the chance."
My hand reached out on its own and grabbed at his shirt. I got up slowly and walked over to him.
"Don't make me look like the evil witch in this story, I'm not."
Even without having touched him, he knew that his skin was cold. The rain and wet clothes were wreaking havoc and it would surely be a miracle if he didn't catch a cold.
"I understand, as long as I'm impossible, you won't be at peace. I know how painful it is to suffer for someone who doesn't love you, so, okay. I give you the chance". - I whispered, standing on tiptoe and kissing him.
Matt growled against my lips, squeezing my hips into his hands, moving until I backed up and back on the bed, to fall on top of me.
I was right, he felt icy to the touch, so I quickly began removing his clothes, which is what any good doctor would do to prevent a cold in her favorite patient.
"Please, tell me it was my sad puppy look that convinced you."- He murmured against my mouth, while we kissed.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but no. The flan did it. And a certain conversation I had with Ramses…a few days ago."
"Ramses? What did he tell you?"
"Shhh." I bit his lip, and he growled again.
I liked his kisses.
Why deny it?
Ever since the first time we'd kissed, Matt had been slowly getting under my skin.
“You are very different from any other girl, Rosy. Did you know? You're the only one I could have seduced with food."
I laughed and he made a face.
He was already covered only by the boxer.
I got up to lift my robe and he stopped me.
"Wait wait. Don't get me wrong, I do want to do it with you but swear to me that you won't regret it tomorrow. Whenever I think I already have you, you slip through my fingers, hummingbird. And I can't stand it!"
" Don't throw a tantrum. I won't change my mind tomorrow.- I whispered, kissing him again.
"God!"
He sighed and helped me out of my robe, tossing it to the floor.
"Damn!" he protested, looking at my breasts over the bra. "You have no idea how much I want you, little girl."
Yes, I did had an idea. My whole little body was on fire.
Matt took me in his arms, and kissed me, kissed me, and kept kissing me.
We kissed and snogged and searched for what seemed like an hour.
Ah… I did like that.
"More? "– offered playful.
"Hmm?"
He laughed, brushing my hair out of my face, I was suspended on his chest, enjoying the sensation. His body was no longer cold, but rather hot, and his erection jumped against my abdomen.
"I ask, if you want more."
I gave him a couple of spikes and returned a smile.
"Are you going to bring me to orgasm with just your kisses?" I asked ironically. "Is that possible?"
He returned a wolfish grin and rolled over onto me.
"No. Of course I have to subject you to other tortures to make you come, but I don't want this to be quick. I've waited too long for this and I want to enjoy it."
Oh.
With his teeth he tugged at my bra cups, licking the upper portion of my tiny breasts and tickling me.
He looked at me sideways, and sniffed the way between my breasts, tracing it with the tip of his nose.
"I like how you smell. It's sweet, like…"
"Strawberry. Yes, it's my shower gel. - I whispered brokenly.
He growled, sticking his lips to my abdomen and began to descend, caressing my skin with his mouth, until he reached my navel and there he pulled my piercing with his teeth.
"I really like this," he mumbled, glued to my skin and touching the piercing with his tongue. – It looks sexy on you, but I must admit that I like your mole the most."
My breathing had become ragged, and my heart seemed to want to beat out of my chest.
"It makes no sense. – I mumbled, tangling my fingers in her black hair and pulling it until she looked at me.- Ramses told me that you like me since the third year party, but it's stupid. How can you just want me for a simple mole?
Matt smiled, kissing the elastic top of my panty.
“It's not just about the mole, Rosy, it's everything else. Until then, you were a triple zero to the left to me, you know? But then you got drunk and Lizet walked you to the bathroom. Unfortunately for you, my brother and I were there, we were rinsing off the sand and you got very provocative when you saw us."
I felt my throat burn.
"Provocative?"
"Yes," he whispered, tugging at my panty with his teeth. The elastic hits my skin, turning me on. I think deep down, I'm a masochistic bitch.
"I don't know why, you spent the whole time in shorts and a T-shirt, but when you saw us, you started dancing a striptease for us."
"Oh no.Thank god I don't remember any of that."
"Oh, but I do. We men are visual creatures. We get excited by what we see and believe me... when you stayed in that tiny red bikini, and I saw your bith mark I wanted to... - he compressed his lips and looks at my crotch, licking his lips. - Shall I show you, what i wanted to do to you?"